Pushed

Last night started cool but ended weeeeeeeeeak. I met with an artist's rep at like 4 for a glass of wine and to talk about a photo shoot that's coming up, so my night started at 4:30 in the afternoon and I shoulda KNOWN that was a bad sign for things to come.

But I didn't.

Everything felt very rushed and I was sort of in a shitty mood. I shoulda just stayed home and watched television. Instead I went to the Junior High Dance Party and that was actually hella fun and someone even spiked the punch! But then I smoked weed in the bathroom and this man working the venue copped an attitude and pushed me, and it was on from there.

I don't do pushing well. I don't do getting pushed by dudes well. I don't really do that at all, actually.

I was so mad y'all. I think I called him a bitch like 15 times.

Oh. My aching head.

So yeah. I got kicked out of the Junior High Dance Party for smoking weed in the bathroom. Somehow, that is poetic and exactly the correct ending for a night like that.

Dunno if I'll be invited to the next one, though. Ha!

I came home in a cab and my cabbie was nice enough to get good and angry right along with me. We yelled and hollered about how unfair the whole world is, in that way that only a drunk and a cabbie can do together. How dare that man push me! How dare they eject me! How dare all of my friends not side with me!

Oh, it was kind of beautiful.

But oh. My aching head.

Today I'm getting my ride washed, taking off the top and going to the East Bay to play pool, I think.

Tonight I'm working a door. There is like zero chance I'll pop off at security and get into a fight tonight, I like those odds.

But first things first I need food. Like grits and biscuits and bacon and eggs and a gallon and a half of sweet iced tea. I'd like to fly to NOLA for that but I'm gonna have to settle for Eddie's, today. Wish me luck.

Happy Saturday!