you know what i constantly find amusing? Whenever im about to hand something in at work, and my boss says something along the lines of, ‘no rush, take your time.’ in the past, i would have assumed that meant what it implied: make sure its good. Now, however, ive come to the realization that it really means, ‘thanks but no thanks. I dont want to deal with it right now.’ you know what? Im totally okay with that.
How sad that yet another weekend has flown by... i have finally gotten used to my new glasses; it took about 3-4 days for me to stop feeling like i was hallucinating whilst walking in the hallway to the bathroom. Something about the shape of a new frame was disorienting: like i could see out of the corner of my eye more, and it threw me for a loop. On the plus side, everything is more clear, and my old-glasses are now fixed up with the new prescription, too. Variety in eyewear, can you imagine? (I know, thrilling).
Last week came to a lovely close. On Thursday night i took a run on the beach and then went over to rachel’s house for take-out salads, a bottle of malbec, and ‘rachel getting married.’ we joked with her boyf (who made it just in time to watch with us) that it was actually a home movie we had created to show him exactly how she wanted her wedding. It moderately freaked him out until he realized it was an indie film. Kind of hilarious. Anyway i wont linger on this too long but it was really a brilliant movie; the screenplay was fabulous, the acting great, i couldnt recommend it more highly. Somehow the night lasted until about 1am, but well worth it.
Friday night i was all set on going home, curling up with dexter and some popcorn, and calling it quits. But one of the clerks from down the hall (justin) organized a mini-impromptu happy hour at the fountainebleu, so i headed over there post-work, luxuriated in a $16 watermelon-vodka-mint cocktail (i think my new staple)(minus the $16 part), and then we all grabbed cuban food for dinner up by my place. Justin had two friends in town, who kept insisting that i join them all that night to go out. While i was still ready at that point to go home & bed, i figured, why not. Be spontaneous! I would come to regret this decision, mind you, when i found myself a few hours later at the opening of a new club in hollywood, centered in the hardrock casino; it was the first night ‘opium’ was debuting, and the line and the crowds outside were a total shit show. Thankfully, im still not sure how this happened, we were waiting in the crowd and the doorman pointed at us, and pulled us through the crowd. There were 5 of us, and we all managed to get in without any hassle, because let me tell you, if that waiting in the mess of people had gone on much longer, i would have insisted on hitching a cab back to the 305 (holler).
The interior of ‘opium’ wasnt too bad- big enough, with a semi-asian theme–kind of like hiro, the club/restaurant at the maritime hotel in chelsea. All the waitresses/bartends had total fake boobs that were squished out in all proportions and basically you couldnt even pretend to look elsewhere. If it is so distracting to me, i dont quite understand how anyone functions there. Plus they were all wearing these tiny little getups that looked like french-maid-inspired-lingerie. Not really what you expect, but apparently it was working for them. (Tangential comment: not that i have ever contemplated breast-enhancement, but it does make a girl wonder at times, what exactly motivates the fake boobs. It remains a mystery to me, and yet, at times i still feel inferior in those situations. Go figure.).
Aside from asian-themed-decor and distracting breasts everywhere, the music was more on the sucky-techno side, which i was not a fan of. We arrived sometime around midnight, and i was honestly ready to beat it by about 2, 2.30... unfortunately though, the 4 others were having a good time so i had to put up a good front even though i wanted to start stabbing bypassers. One of the other clerks with us, josh, tried to theorize that the reason why i wasnt having a good time was because i was a girl, and that men enjoyed these kind of clubs in a different way. (Um, because of the fake boobs?). to try and test out this theory, i looked around the club for any semblance of an attractive male. You know what? Nonexistent. Its true. The male genre in that club consisted of gelled, spikey hair; tee-shirts that had prints -like tattoos-, in glittery ink or sparkles (no joke); tight-yet-flared-jeans; and the physical body that implies the individual does little other than drink creotene and work out. In other words, doing nothing for me. So maybe josh was right. Still, i maintain that i would have had fun if i had atleast been able to dance- but the music was just all around suckage.
Finally, finally, at about 4.30am they realize i am about to start eating broken glass as a coping mechanism, so they agree its time to get me home and we all hustle out. I arrive at my door at 5am, which is when it occurred to me that there was no way i was going to make it to this ballet class that rachel was trying to get me to at noon; so i face-planted into bed wrapped in my bathrobe and slept soundly for a few hours. In retrospect, its always fun to meet new people, especially friends of your new friends (since you only know them in this new weird context), but of course i realize i would have been happier to flake out that night.
Then- Saturday night, to counter-balance the cheese of Friday, rachel, ashley & i, and their respective men, went to see branford marsalis at an old theatre here in downtown miami. (branford is the brother of wynton, who ashley’s husband, anton, and i saw a few months ago). The show was amazing; it was branford, playing either sax, clarinet, or oboe; a drummer who was only 18; a fabulous piano player; and a bass player. They were much more loose-jazz, not as big-band-old-school as wynton, and we had a blast. Oddly enough, the theatre looked like it had been this gorgeous old thing that was then somehow redecorated to be more "miami": there were all these intricate marble-looking carvings in the wall, right beside some odd purple lights, palm trees shoved into odd spaces, and no joke- a flamingo sculpture. Wha? They also, alongside the bar, sold popcorn and hotdogs, the kind that rotate in a glass case, like at a convenience store. Sooo weird, at least for a jazz concert. I would never have expected it! Chalk it all up to a wonderful time, either way.
After the show, we headed back to the beach, and went to dinner at this turkish spot- both adrian & rachel know the owner- so we let him order for us, and ate a ton of delicious food- phyllo cigars stuffed with feta and spices; spinach pie; tzaiki; falafel; meatie bits; lamb chops; stuffed tomatoes; brie with honey and garlic (to die for); and baklava (of course)- all washed up with a few bottles of wine. Tons of good conversation, talking about latin american politics, cuban, immigration; somehow i think rachel and ashley have convinced me to join a little ‘book club’ they want to get going. (To which i responded, cant it just be a wine club? Um, apparently not).
Sunday i spent most of the day just lazing around in the sun; its been rather hot & humid here, giving us a little taste of what summer will be like (insane)- today its supposed to be 92 or so! I think yesterday i accomplished laying in the sun on the beach, and by the pool; swimming in both bodies of water; drinking a beer and falling asleep while listening to the pixies; and still managing to motivate for a 6 mi run at the end of the day; before making some home-made seitan. Oddly it looks productive. I swear it wasnt.
And today my mom & bob come in for a few days! They’ll be here until Friday morning so at least i get a few evenings with them, and hopefully i will be able to take a day off to play; lets cross fingers. In the meantime, im feeling much more optimistic about work this week and am back on the proverbial horse with a new project. I think not drinking coffee for 3 days and then having it this morning has made my life infinitely better. No joke! How i am so turbo powered on a Monday is kind of unbelievable, but i will not question it at all!
xoxo
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