Tags: gooski's

Angry

Oh FUCK No!

So I went to the Mike Brown 40th birthday memorial wake type thingy at Gooski's tonight. And even though I don't drink or smoke, it was still good to talk with Mike's friends and hear the old stories and just generally be around people who knew and loved him too.

We stayed in the back room, where the pool and ping pong tables are. Toward the end of the night, a very large man named Thurme came back there to shoot some pool. Thurme apparently took a liking to me and, when Ramon stepped away, he stood there and talked my ear off for a good long while. I was pleasant but not encouraging and, when I saw other folks grabbing their coats and whatnot, I saw my chance and made for the door.

I said goodnight to Michele, J.D. and Ramon and headed outside. I was in the scary little darkened walkway beside the building when Thurme came after me. No, he didn't assault me; he just wanted to ask what I liked to do. What do I like to do? I like to not be chased by large strangers down darkened alleyways. He said "What do you like to do?" and I said "Right now, I'd like to go home." And then I took the fuck off before he had the chance to stop being confused and start being mad.

Hooray for not being assaulted, but dude: You are a GIGANTIC man who I just met. On what planet is it OK to chase after me down a darkened passageway?

So now I'm just gonna sit here and wait for my adrenaline to stop pumping. Holy fucking crap.
Boston

Donora



I've been moderately obsessed with Donora lately. They're a local band that I first saw when they were opening to a friend's (now defunct) band at Gooski's a year or two ago. Now they have a CD out which I've been listening to somewhat nonstop. Beware: this song will infiltrate your brain. :)
January 2008 (giant hair)

Why on earth am I posting so much today?

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* These are all Billie's friends. With the single exception of Jared, I don't know any of these people.
** OK, technically I'd met her once before. She used to work with _aqualung_, and mistakenly assumed I was his wife. When she declared that she knew my husband, I was very, very confused.
Antioch Homecoming 2007 4

Non-smoker.

I'm not sure I'm really ready to write about last night -- there was some good, there was some very, very bad and mostly, it just reminded me of high school -- but there is one thing that I really need to mention:

In about two hours, it will be exactly one year since I've smoked a (tobacco) cigarette. I have never made it this far, not since I started smoking (back in 1986 -- you do the math). Then again, at midnight last night I was at Gooski's, so that's almost the same thing as smoking (since Gooski's is quite possibly the smokiest bar in Pittsburgh). At any rate:


QuitMeter Counter courtesy of www.quitmeter.com.








Frida Kahlo 3

Rants and Raves, in no particular order

Tonight was my first fencing class. Good thing: I used muscles I didn't even remember I had. Bad thing: I think the teacher is kind of a jerk. He showed himself to be a sexist fucktard when he said that even women knew how to throw a football from watching T.V. (OMG - even women can throw a football? No way!) His teaching style is Asshole High School Gym Teacher: yell at people and call them names. Grrrrrreat. pghwob joked that maybe it would toughen me up. I replied that I wasn't trying to join the fucking army here; I was trying to learn a new sport.

And speaking of pghwob, I had the best time with him yesterday. It was the first really warm day of the year -- it got up to 72, I believe -- and I got to spend a chunk of my afternoon hanging out with him and his son on the playground, which is so exactly how I wanted to spend such a nice day.

Unfortunately, how I spent today was having my car checked out before I head to DC next month to hang out with bishopjoey. What I'd hoped would be a simple oil change and tire check has turned into a several hundred dollar extravaganza of worn brake pads, leaky gaskets, and oozing radiators. Joy. And the work didn't even get done -- Al has to finish the job tomorrow.

Also tomorrow, I have to go to the doctor to (finally) do something about what I'm pretty certain is a bone spur in my right heel. This is actually kind of excellent timing for a doctor's appointment, because I think I've got an ear infection too. I've definitely got fluid sloshing around in there, and ear candling did pretty much nothing to help.

And tomorrow night? Maybe bowling with Giuseppe, maybe dinner at Zenith with Mom.

Oh, and before I finish ranting ... does everyone in Pittsburgh smoke? I was walking down Penn Avenue in Garfield this evening and it was like being in a bar. And speaking of bars, Monday night I went to a bar with _aqualung_, and the bar was so smokey, I actually had trouble falling asleep when I got home that night, thanks to all the nicotine I (inadvertently) inhaled. I know I've become the annoying ex-smoker, but really, I think that's the only way to do it. Ya gotta be a hardass, it seems.

Tonight Joey Coconuts has his ping pong tournament. I'd enjoy to go, but it's at Gooski's, and, as anyone who's ever been there can attest, Gooski's is a fucking ashtray. I contemplated going, but ultimately decided I couldn't handle it. I don't know how Sprout does it. He doesn't smoke or drink anymore, but I know he hangs with people in bars sometimes. The only way it was even possible for me to do it on Monday was because _aqualung_ is also a former smoker, so I knew I'd have backup.

P.S.
I'm glad I reminded myself how much I love the song "Hip Hop Hooray."
Me pink

Was that a date?

So last night I went out with Hipster's Best Friend. I was at work, minding my own business, when he called ... called him back on my lunch break and we made plans to go out for drinks when I got off of work. The BBT led to Gooski's (we missed the free cigarettes at BBT but got some at Gooski's -- and after 1:00 am, no less -- very random), and finally back to my place, where he spent the night (yes, curled up together, and no, not schtupping).

So, um, was that a date? Did I actually go out on a date with Hipster's Best Friend?

As I told n0thingman, the one thought that reassures me is that, as Hipster's Best Friend, it would be his job, not mine, to tell Hipster if something actually happened between us. Right?

Oh, how delightfully confusing.
Me pink

(no subject)

Yesterday would have been my Grandmother's 92nd birthday*. In her honor (or maybe just cause it was bumming me out), H.W.S.R.N. and I went out and got tanked.

Now I'm at work and hungover and feeling like crap, and even though he's weird about these things ... well, I just have to say it: H.W.S.R.N. is just the greatest fucking guy. He really is.




* and by the way, could I have been a bigger bitch about it last year? Sheesh.