In which I go out and meet people. Yay!

Saturday at work? Sucked. I was behind by about 25 calls all morning (until I finally got hold of one of the engineers and got him to remove a faulty TimeBank restriction that was keeping customers nationwide from being able to dial-up), and then in the afternoon I got bitched out by the biggest cunt I’ve ever had to deal with on the phone. I almost wish I could post the recording for you, because I was utterly calm and never once told her to fuck off even though she clearly needed to hear it. I was afraid for a minute that she was going to stroke out.

And yes, dears, there are people still on dial-up. Tragic, I know, but don’t you worry yourselves about it.

At six, RB picked me up in his gi-hugent new band van (it’s so big it seats the entire state of Texas) and then we went out for Mexican food. After that, we went to schmooze at the Crossroads. I ran into a girl I’d met the last time we’d been there and she said I could tag along with her and L., so I stayed when RB left.

After the Crossroads, we hit a small house party for an hour or so and then we went to Barn Disease for dancing. When we walked in the door, the DJ was playing 30-year-old AC/DC… and the dance floor was full. It may have been The Weirdest Thing Evar®. Srsly. Eventually the DJ switched to dance stuff and we all boogied for the last hour or so before last call. The guys from the house party showed up and I spent an hour with one of them discussing how no one else in the world is ever half as funny as your own little brother, who will catch your eye across a crowded room in such a way that you seriously wonder if you’re gonna piss yourself with the laughing.

After last call we went to after hours, which was at the same house we’d already visited, and we stayed all night. I got home at six in the morning. (I also took a substantial nap on the couch. I have no idea how people manage stay up all night just drinking heavily and smoking joints; I need cocaine, or coffee at the very least, sheesh!) At some point I realized that my ride and I were the only chicks there. Later someone’s mom showed up, and then later still a couple showed up, so by five in the morning there were four females in the room. I sang with L. a lot because he had an acoustic guitar with him. The people I met were all really fantastic over all, and – bonus! – were actually in my age group… or what I think of as my age group, even though they were probably all closer to 35 than 40, if I’m honest. I did a lot of very silly stand-up material, and the boys kept bringing it back again, until it got to the point where they’d holler out “radish!” or “Ziplock!” or “You’re the girl..!” and we’d all start laughing.

Needless to say, I slept all day yesterday. It was decadent and awesome.

In other news, The Curse arrived two days early. I’ve spent all day in bed feeling sorry for myself. (I still hate this process, even when I’m trying to be grateful that I’m no longer in danger of a fatal hemorrhage, because it fucking SUCKS.) I even blew off band practice, and I really needed to be there because we have a gig in just a few weeks. Ugh.