Summer parties

Last night, Jenn W., Michelle and I went out daicing at Turtle Bay. The place itself was pretty nice and the music was good. They had a mix or hip-hop, drumcore and synthcore, which was decent. The dance floor was pretty small, but we found a spot by the stairs to dance without getting squished. Jenn had the honor of being the most approached girl probably in the whole place, with men trying to dance with her every ten minutes, it seemed like. She turned them all away with a very polite wave of her hand which said, "thanks, but no." One guy was really persistant, even after she showed him her wedding ring, and forced her to actually her back on him because he didn't get the hint. One guy tried to dance with me, but I didn't like him so I just smiled, shook my head, and turned to dance with my friends. And one (REALLY FREAKING HUGE!) guy asked Michelle (five feet even and ninety pounds soaking wet,) to dance, even though he had been dancing most of the night with the woman everyone had assumed to be his wife. Jeez.

The night was clear and breezy and the moon rose dark orange over the surrounding trees at around midnight. Strange thing about this place is how set back from the road it is, bordering what appeared to be a marsh that led to a bay, which led to the ocean.

I couldn't tell most of the men apart if I tried. It was like they had all come from the same mold--some kind of mold with a square head, buzz-cut, and white or black shirt. It was a little creepy at one point, when I looked around and realized that I couldn't pick any of these guys out of a lineup; not because I thought I'd have to, but because it was like some sort of ShinRa cloning facility had opened somewhere in the Hamptons. And they all acted the same, too. See, there are many reasons why I've decided to be single forever, and this is one of them. All of those men were the same thing. They even acted the same.

We left at around 1:45 and I was home by 2 AM. I'd decided earlier to just go right into bed and shower in the morning, but I smelled like a smoky rug and there was no way I was getting into bed covered in nicotine and tobacco. So gross. (There's no smoking indoors in NY clubs anymore, but anytime we went outside to cool off, it was the same as walking into a smoky club a few years ago. Ridiculous.)

I was so tired, I slept until around 10:15 this morning. When I did get up, it was 91 degrees inside my house, about 88 outside. Damn, when it's close to ninety and it's not even noon yet, you know it's going to be a scorcher, and it is, but there's still that delicious breeze off the ocean.

So tonight is my party, and I hope that a lot of people show up. I've got loads of food and pina colada and daquiri, the pool is all clean and nice, my house is all clean and nice, and everything's set. I've got some CDs to play with all sorts of Hawaiian music, and other sort of tropical music, because the theme tonight (as most nights, with me,) is "Think Tropical." The other day at word Casse drew a beach / palm tree scene on the chalk board and wrote "think tropical" under it and I was like, "heyyyy.... YEAH!"

Blooming today I have: passionflower, jasmine and gardenia. Mmmmm. Smells so great. I'm going to read this entry back next winter and be so jealous of myself. To the self that reads this next winter: hang in there! Summer will come.

Oh, how could I forget? Last night I got a call from Kim asking if I could take a baby grackle from EEVEC, so I ran down and got him. Then, Michelle also dropped off two birds for me: another baby grackle and a fledgling oriole that is totally precious. So I moved my last starling Timmeh into the aviary with the other 14 starlings, and put the oriole in his cage. So as of now I have, besides my three regs: 15 starlings in the aviary, two wee sparrows named Yin and Yang (I got them last Friday, the 17th; they were totally nakie, there were three but one died,) a flicker (Stacey, after skater Stacey Peralta because he seems like such a nice guy,) which I got that same Friday, oriole who needs a name, and two grackles who need names. 22 in all. Not bad for this time of year. But still no robins. WTF?

Well, I've still got a bunch of things to do before tonight, so, off I go!

Summer parties

Last night, Jenn W., Michelle and I went out daicing at Turtle Bay. The place itself was pretty nice and the music was good. They had a mix or hip-hop, drumcore and synthcore, which was decent. The dance floor was pretty small, but we found a spot by the stairs to dance without getting squished. Jenn had the honor of being the most approached girl probably in the whole place, with men trying to dance with her every ten minutes, it seemed like. She turned them all away with a very polite wave of her hand which said, "thanks, but no." One guy was really persistant, even after she showed him her wedding ring, and forced her to actually her back on him because he didn't get the hint. One guy tried to dance with me, but I didn't like him so I just smiled, shook my head, and turned to dance with my friends. And one (REALLY FREAKING HUGE!) guy asked Michelle (five feet even and ninety pounds soaking wet,) to dance, even though he had been dancing most of the night with the woman everyone had assumed to be his wife. Jeez.

The night was clear and breezy and the moon rose dark orange over the surrounding trees at around midnight. Strange thing about this place is how set back from the road it is, bordering what appeared to be a marsh that led to a bay, which led to the ocean.

I couldn't tell most of the men apart if I tried. It was like they had all come from the same mold--some kind of mold with a square head, buzz-cut, and white or black shirt. It was a little creepy at one point, when I looked around and realized that I couldn't pick any of these guys out of a lineup; not because I thought I'd have to, but because it was like some sort of ShinRa cloning facility had opened somewhere in the Hamptons. And they all acted the same, too. See, there are many reasons why I've decided to be single forever, and this is one of them. All of those men were the same thing. They even acted the same.

We left at around 1:45 and I was home by 2 AM. I'd decided earlier to just go right into bed and shower in the morning, but I smelled like a smoky rug and there was no way I was getting into bed covered in nicotine and tobacco. So gross. (There's no smoking indoors in NY clubs anymore, but anytime we went outside to cool off, it was the same as walking into a smoky club a few years ago. Ridiculous.)

I was so tired, I slept until around 10:15 this morning. When I did get up, it was 91 degrees inside my house, about 88 outside. Damn, when it's close to ninety and it's not even noon yet, you know it's going to be a scorcher, and it is, but there's still that delicious breeze off the ocean.

So tonight is my party, and I hope that a lot of people show up. I've got loads of food and pina colada and daquiri, the pool is all clean and nice, my house is all clean and nice, and everything's set. I've got some CDs to play with all sorts of Hawaiian music, and other sort of tropical music, because the theme tonight (as most nights, with me,) is "Think Tropical." The other day at word Casse drew a beach / palm tree scene on the chalk board and wrote "think tropical" under it and I was like, "heyyyy.... YEAH!"

Blooming today I have: passionflower, jasmine and gardenia. Mmmmm. Smells so great. I'm going to read this entry back next winter and be so jealous of myself. To the self that reads this next winter: hang in there! Summer will come.

Oh, how could I forget? Last night I got a call from Kim asking if I could take a baby grackle from EEVEC, so I ran down and got him. Then, Michelle also dropped off two birds for me: another baby grackle and a fledgling oriole that is totally precious. So I moved my last starling Timmeh into the aviary with the other 14 starlings, and put the oriole in his cage. So as of now I have, besides my three regs: 15 starlings in the aviary, two wee sparrows named Yin and Yang (I got them last Friday, the 17th; they were totally nakie, there were three but one died,) a flicker (Stacey, after skater Stacey Peralta because he seems like such a nice guy,) which I got that same Friday, oriole who needs a name, and two grackles who need names. 22 in all. Not bad for this time of year. But still no robins. WTF?

Well, I've still got a bunch of things to do before tonight, so, off I go!

post-party

Let's see, the following people were at my party: Jenn and her two sons, Jenn and Keith W., Michelle, Rob and Steve (her boyfriend and their roommate, respectively,) Tricia, Casse, Donna, Tony, Jane, Nicole, Nathanial (Nicole's bf,) Laura W., Matt, and surprisingly enough, Bossman and his little daughter. One person was conspicuous in his absence. No surprise, though. Nineteen guests, twenty people with me included. I think that's the biggest party I've ever personally thrown. Everyone got a lei and a kiss, and there were enough of both to go around.

Casse made the drinks (mmmm, mudslide, so yummy! And pina colada and strawberry daquiri,) I amused Jenn's sons by setting up Kingdom Hearts for them to play and chatting Star Wars with them. Laura brought her baby blue over and we took turns going indoors to feed all the many birds. Also, Laura bought me an adorable brass key-holder designed like birds on a perch. Casse, Nicole, Nathanial, Donna, Laura and I all went for a swim. Michelle brought over her famous pinwheels (spicy as hell tonight) and The Big Sandwich was big enough to go around and still have some left over to send home with anyone who wanted some for lunch tomorrow.

At around 9:15 or so, I got a call from one of my Kung Fu sisters who had found a baby bird in her yard, and was pretty sure the parents of said bird were dead. She didn't feel at all comfortable holding onto him until class tomorrow, so she came all the way out of her way (from where our class is held, which is 19 miles from my house and takes me 25 minutes to drive [most of it is twisty, turny backroad,] but longer at night when you don't know where you're going,) to drop him off with me, at around 10 PM. It's an older fledgling grackle who is very sweet. It was murder trying to give her directions to my house after a mudslide and pina colada.

I'm still a little buzzed right now, but mostly really freaking tired. Jeez, yesterday Kung Fu and then dancing till 2 AM and then today running around with all this madwackery. I feel like I've been standing up for two whole days. But in a good way.

Bed, soon. But first, feeding all the birds one more time.

post-party

Let's see, the following people were at my party: Jenn and her two sons, Jenn and Keith W., Michelle, Rob and Steve (her boyfriend and their roommate, respectively,) Tricia, Casse, Donna, Tony, Jane, Nicole, Nathanial (Nicole's bf,) Laura W., Matt, and surprisingly enough, Bossman and his little daughter. One person was conspicuous in his absence. No surprise, though. Nineteen guests, twenty people with me included. I think that's the biggest party I've ever personally thrown. Everyone got a lei and a kiss, and there were enough of both to go around.

Casse made the drinks (mmmm, mudslide, so yummy! And pina colada and strawberry daquiri,) I amused Jenn's sons by setting up Kingdom Hearts for them to play and chatting Star Wars with them. Laura brought her baby blue over and we took turns going indoors to feed all the many birds. Also, Laura bought me an adorable brass key-holder designed like birds on a perch. Casse, Nicole, Nathanial, Donna, Laura and I all went for a swim. Michelle brought over her famous pinwheels (spicy as hell tonight) and The Big Sandwich was big enough to go around and still have some left over to send home with anyone who wanted some for lunch tomorrow.

At around 9:15 or so, I got a call from one of my Kung Fu sisters who had found a baby bird in her yard, and was pretty sure the parents of said bird were dead. She didn't feel at all comfortable holding onto him until class tomorrow, so she came all the way out of her way (from where our class is held, which is 19 miles from my house and takes me 25 minutes to drive [most of it is twisty, turny backroad,] but longer at night when you don't know where you're going,) to drop him off with me, at around 10 PM. It's an older fledgling grackle who is very sweet. It was murder trying to give her directions to my house after a mudslide and pina colada.

I'm still a little buzzed right now, but mostly really freaking tired. Jeez, yesterday Kung Fu and then dancing till 2 AM and then today running around with all this madwackery. I feel like I've been standing up for two whole days. But in a good way.

Bed, soon. But first, feeding all the birds one more time.