11:29 a.m. - 2004-06-15
une visite
Ah! Finally! I'm about ready to jump ship on d-land like everyone else. Apparently it's been so five minutes ago for several months, because only two people in my existing buddy list still update. Typepad? Livejournal? I dunno, but I know it must get better than this.
Speaking of things getting better...I definitely feel that way. The trip back to Montana was better than I could have hoped. I was excited just to be with my peoples again, but I even got work done, accidentally stumbled onto the Gay Pride Parade of Montana (ed note: my way of celebrating Pride on Sat. was by patting myself on the back for moving out of MT) and even got to catch the season premiere of Six Feet Under. Yay!
I made thrillingly good time on Friday, all in the name of drinking harder than I have in months (or at least one of them). My friend Kurt entered the exciting world of being 21 and not having to ask for my ID anymore. Sooo I decided it would be fun to forget all common sense. At least ten beers tempered by at least eight shots. Yikes. Did I turn 21 just now? Ohhhyeah, I'm old now. Apparently.
Worst. Hangover. Since Europe. Kurt kicked me out of bed at 8 (four hours after landing there, thanks fuckface!) to greet the painfully sunny day. My legs almost didn't work anymore. Then the gays paraded by, while I sat on the curb and smoking like it was all I had left in this world. I saw the arse that gave me a D in Shakespeare and started hearing the Kill Bill hate music all over again. Sometimes, when you can taste your animosity, that little bit of bitter at the back of your throat, it can be delicious. But I didn't disembowel him, just dreamt about it on Sunday night. Wheee!
I got to spend the afternoon with mein leiblings E-Liz and Ms. N, which was as brilliant as it was overdue. Also, got a lead on what may be a hot, bargain-infested excuse for me to hop on the Bremerton ferry. Cheap threads, you know. That night, the crew and I took a trip out to Dixie's, which remains the greatest thing to ever have happened immediately east of Missoula.
My friend Sara, who cut the original hawk, cut my hawk off. Now I have a teeny, tiny bit of hair and I am loving it. Also, ran into my ex-best-friend's ex and got the rundown on her madness. It was...pretty fucked up to get the details neatly lain out. But also necessary. And I got to visit with his sis, who is finally a little adult. Yay! She was once my protege. Once...
On Sunday, I went to meet with my folks, which actually went pretty well. Got money, tried to not self-destruct in front of them. The whole weekend, I felt alternately revitalized and collapsed. I felt like if I stood in front of someone long enough, I would just completely unravel. I think it was because I have been so bloody lonely that I can't keep my mouth in time with my mind. Which lets my mouth get a little ahead now and then. Less good.
Also, I got to see my bro, who I am not even really estranged from anymore, much to my delight. I wanted to have a big crazy blowout fight, but he wanted to skip it, so for once, I'll defer. Chilled at his new house with my ex-husband/his new roomie, where we got to check Six Feet. My verdict on the new season is pending. But I have my fears, obviously.
On Monday, I spent the morning hours working on my resume. Also, I found out I got the job in France. I might be moving to fucking FRANCE in September. Uhhhh....yikes. I'm scared, though still eurotrashy, therefore I must.
I have to get on the fucking ball today, so I might go ahead and do that now that I have written a shitty, shitty diary entry.
