Ouch, yawn, picspam
Jan. 29th, 2011 12:36 pmWoke up today with a back ache and what seem to be allergies. How can I possibly have allergies in the midst of a very snowy January? Perhaps there's mold somewhere.
I think my lower back ache comes from all the walking in the snow. I've had a busy week with a lot of walking. On Thursday I accompanied my friend LG to what might be called a "club kid party reunion" at a restaurant - essentially elements of an "old crowd" that used to hang out at the Aztek, Lizmar Lounge and Pyramid back in the early 90s. If these names make any sense to you, then you would have enjoyed it. Otherwise, don't even worry about it.
So it was interesting to see what happens to people. In terms of success stories, at least, the former Pyramid bartender (JF) is now a nurse practitioner off to spend six months with Médecins Sans Frontières. And the DJ we knew (BT) is now the club editor of Time Out New York as well as still a DJ around town and spins for East Village Radio.
I wasn't so close with these people that I felt moved to take pictures. But the husband of one of the women in attendance looked like Snape. So I snapped a picture, with JF in the foreground and "Snape" leaning in at the end of ( the table )
And here is JF with LG, who I've known for so long now it's a little bit ( unnerving )
On Friday my office finally had our long-delayed holiday party. So I got to spend Friday afternoon eating Chilean food and ( sipping sangria )
Then Idragged my drunken carcass trudged home through the snow and slush that's beyond ankle deep in my neighborhood and crashed on the couch for several hours.
So this morning I was meant to run a ton of errands and instead I cursed at the alarm and went back to sleep. Some days you just need to stop and rest, I suppose. The only thing running this morning is my nose.
Later I'm getting my hair done, though! It's going to be interesting to see how this works, as I have an idea in mind for my hair that involves the continued growing out of my hair in a shag haircut, but incorporating a blond fringe so I can wear my Rose wig to Gallifrey.
Tonight - gumbo party with the Jew Crew!
Right now, though, I think it's time for a strong cuppa rosy lee.
:waves at flist:
I think my lower back ache comes from all the walking in the snow. I've had a busy week with a lot of walking. On Thursday I accompanied my friend LG to what might be called a "club kid party reunion" at a restaurant - essentially elements of an "old crowd" that used to hang out at the Aztek, Lizmar Lounge and Pyramid back in the early 90s. If these names make any sense to you, then you would have enjoyed it. Otherwise, don't even worry about it.
So it was interesting to see what happens to people. In terms of success stories, at least, the former Pyramid bartender (JF) is now a nurse practitioner off to spend six months with Médecins Sans Frontières. And the DJ we knew (BT) is now the club editor of Time Out New York as well as still a DJ around town and spins for East Village Radio.
I wasn't so close with these people that I felt moved to take pictures. But the husband of one of the women in attendance looked like Snape. So I snapped a picture, with JF in the foreground and "Snape" leaning in at the end of ( the table )
And here is JF with LG, who I've known for so long now it's a little bit ( unnerving )
On Friday my office finally had our long-delayed holiday party. So I got to spend Friday afternoon eating Chilean food and ( sipping sangria )
Then I
So this morning I was meant to run a ton of errands and instead I cursed at the alarm and went back to sleep. Some days you just need to stop and rest, I suppose. The only thing running this morning is my nose.
Later I'm getting my hair done, though! It's going to be interesting to see how this works, as I have an idea in mind for my hair that involves the continued growing out of my hair in a shag haircut, but incorporating a blond fringe so I can wear my Rose wig to Gallifrey.
Tonight - gumbo party with the Jew Crew!
Right now, though, I think it's time for a strong cuppa rosy lee.
:waves at flist: