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to make a long story longer...
May. 17th, 2004 09:02 amI'm a little too restless this morning to give a full account of the past two days. Per usual. But the quickie version is this:
Saturday we celebrated a late Mother's Day with my mom. She had a secret itinerary which we only discovered bits of as it happened. First was breakfast at the Hollywood Diner, then a Glamour Shots appointment at 11:00am. The shots were never actually taken, because they were understaffed (read: one person to do makeup, hair, answer phones, take the pictures, deal with other customers, etc). After two hours, my mom's makeup and hair were done, and my brother had some foundation on and had spiked his hair with some gel. (Of note: JD seems to enjoy makeup, and has experience with it after Little Shop of Horrors. Apparently he wore foundation, eyeliner, blush, and lipstuff. Interesting.) Anyway, we left, explaining to the nice, but very inexperienced employee that we couldn't keep waiting around. Other plans, you know. Plus, we were a little weirded out by the apparent lack of hygeine as far as the sponges and applicators were concerned. And the curling iron looked rusty and gross. ::shudder::
Anyhow, after that we went to Old Navy and The Mother got us a summery outfit each... typically I REFUSE to wear shorts, but they had these cute short hot pink girl's board shorts that actually looked pretty decent on me. Then we went home to change and Mom announced that our next destination was Rehoboth Beach. !!! For those that are not in the know as far as Delaware is concerned... Rehoboth beach is as gay-mecca-ish as it gets around here. Lots of old lesbians with matching haircuts and grey but buff gay men. So we went, and swam in a very frigid ocean, and got soft serve, and then left again. We stopped and had dinner at a seafood place that was FAB. Then we were off again, and stopped in Dover to see Troy, which was really several closeups of people's faces as they experienced different emotions, interspersed with shots of battle lines meeting, sprinkled with shots of Brad Pitt's naked, muscley ass. Eh.
Finally, home-and-sleep-and-Sunday: Basically, I worked with mom all day to transform the room I'm staying in from a storage space to a bedroom. There was much packing and moving and sweating and working with tools. We put the daybed that I slept on from age one to age eighteen back together and I'm ALMOST done emptying my car.
Okay, so that wasn't the tersest account of my weekend that I could have produced, but sometimes I'm not good at making a long story short. So sue me.
Today is more unpacking, repacking, and then calling to see about a job at some place called, I think, the New Behaviors Network. The work is hardly work at all; you get paid to hang out with and do fun things with an underprivledged/troubled/peraps socially inept child. You get to plan all the different fun things, whether it be going to museums or to the movies or taking them to paint pottery or whatever. It pays $10 an hour, and every month, you are reimbursed for the money you spend on activities, plus gas mileage. Like I said, it's hardly work, and it beats the hell out of Lane Bryant, although the clotheswhore in my might seek to work there something like a weekend a month so I can keep my discount. Sweet, sweet discount.
Saturday we celebrated a late Mother's Day with my mom. She had a secret itinerary which we only discovered bits of as it happened. First was breakfast at the Hollywood Diner, then a Glamour Shots appointment at 11:00am. The shots were never actually taken, because they were understaffed (read: one person to do makeup, hair, answer phones, take the pictures, deal with other customers, etc). After two hours, my mom's makeup and hair were done, and my brother had some foundation on and had spiked his hair with some gel. (Of note: JD seems to enjoy makeup, and has experience with it after Little Shop of Horrors. Apparently he wore foundation, eyeliner, blush, and lipstuff. Interesting.) Anyway, we left, explaining to the nice, but very inexperienced employee that we couldn't keep waiting around. Other plans, you know. Plus, we were a little weirded out by the apparent lack of hygeine as far as the sponges and applicators were concerned. And the curling iron looked rusty and gross. ::shudder::
Anyhow, after that we went to Old Navy and The Mother got us a summery outfit each... typically I REFUSE to wear shorts, but they had these cute short hot pink girl's board shorts that actually looked pretty decent on me. Then we went home to change and Mom announced that our next destination was Rehoboth Beach. !!! For those that are not in the know as far as Delaware is concerned... Rehoboth beach is as gay-mecca-ish as it gets around here. Lots of old lesbians with matching haircuts and grey but buff gay men. So we went, and swam in a very frigid ocean, and got soft serve, and then left again. We stopped and had dinner at a seafood place that was FAB. Then we were off again, and stopped in Dover to see Troy, which was really several closeups of people's faces as they experienced different emotions, interspersed with shots of battle lines meeting, sprinkled with shots of Brad Pitt's naked, muscley ass. Eh.
Finally, home-and-sleep-and-Sunday: Basically, I worked with mom all day to transform the room I'm staying in from a storage space to a bedroom. There was much packing and moving and sweating and working with tools. We put the daybed that I slept on from age one to age eighteen back together and I'm ALMOST done emptying my car.
Okay, so that wasn't the tersest account of my weekend that I could have produced, but sometimes I'm not good at making a long story short. So sue me.
Today is more unpacking, repacking, and then calling to see about a job at some place called, I think, the New Behaviors Network. The work is hardly work at all; you get paid to hang out with and do fun things with an underprivledged/troubled/peraps socially inept child. You get to plan all the different fun things, whether it be going to museums or to the movies or taking them to paint pottery or whatever. It pays $10 an hour, and every month, you are reimbursed for the money you spend on activities, plus gas mileage. Like I said, it's hardly work, and it beats the hell out of Lane Bryant, although the clotheswhore in my might seek to work there something like a weekend a month so I can keep my discount. Sweet, sweet discount.
