Saturday, October 23, 2004
(most of the) Year in Review
Dear 2004,
I meant to write you earlier, just to give you a little feedback on my perception of you so far...but I kept putting it off. In all honesty, you really haven't lived up to the high hopes I had for you. Perhaps I was being unrealistic. Granted, it didn't take much to top 2003, but I guess I had greater expectations for a "Year of the Monkey." I mean, monkeys...I really thought there'd be...more?
January started well, with three prospects of the male type on the horizon. By February 1st, they were naught but fading memories. We'll skip over the rest of February, as it's always a bust. Having a birthday the same week as Valentine's Day will never be anything but a recipe for disappointment (though I did appreciate the 21 year old drummer I got to boof). However, I was made an Artistic Associate of WNEP around this time, which was quite a plus.
I didn't get laid from the end of March until June. Three months. You've got to be kidding me. And after that, there was no sexual contact with anyone other than (let's put this delicately) the "unavailable." Yes, I got laid, but I ran up quite a bill on the ol' karma card. Not cool. Also not cool, getting my hopes up over that one guy...The really cool writer/photographer/artist I went to the zoo with that one day...Who I never heard from again.
On the upside, I co-wrote a play and was asked to produce it for WNEP (there's a few downsides that went along with that, but we'll ignore those for now). I haven't been fired yet, despite a few close calls. I've developed some pretty great friendships. When the gas was cut off in my apartment last week it turned out not to be my fault, so I wasn't an additional $900 in debt. Though I'm still a good 20-30 grand in the hole. Which I'm not happy about, but have managed to ignore, somewhat.
I had a really nice day in August.
Craig died in September.
Overall, I've been poor, but fairly happy. Or at least unhappy in an interesting way. But once again, I have to say I had higher expectations for the Year of the Monkey. However, you still have a few months to produce something spectacular! And there's a lot of potential for greatness...The play opens next month, Christmas is on its way (though be careful, I won't see my family all through the holidays, so you'll have to do something pretty amazing to make up for that)...But why wait to make this the best year ever?
Halloween is this week, and I've gotten laid every Halloween for the past five years. Why not make this one special, somehow? I'm not asking for anything specific, like I meet a soul mate, or even somebody I sleep with more than once. Surprise me. I'm not dressing like a "Hong Kong Bar Whore" (my usual costume) this year. So it could be really interesting!
Be creative.
2004, I look forward to seeing what you do with the remainder of yourself. Make it good.
-Karla
I meant to write you earlier, just to give you a little feedback on my perception of you so far...but I kept putting it off. In all honesty, you really haven't lived up to the high hopes I had for you. Perhaps I was being unrealistic. Granted, it didn't take much to top 2003, but I guess I had greater expectations for a "Year of the Monkey." I mean, monkeys...I really thought there'd be...more?
January started well, with three prospects of the male type on the horizon. By February 1st, they were naught but fading memories. We'll skip over the rest of February, as it's always a bust. Having a birthday the same week as Valentine's Day will never be anything but a recipe for disappointment (though I did appreciate the 21 year old drummer I got to boof). However, I was made an Artistic Associate of WNEP around this time, which was quite a plus.
I didn't get laid from the end of March until June. Three months. You've got to be kidding me. And after that, there was no sexual contact with anyone other than (let's put this delicately) the "unavailable." Yes, I got laid, but I ran up quite a bill on the ol' karma card. Not cool. Also not cool, getting my hopes up over that one guy...The really cool writer/photographer/artist I went to the zoo with that one day...Who I never heard from again.
On the upside, I co-wrote a play and was asked to produce it for WNEP (there's a few downsides that went along with that, but we'll ignore those for now). I haven't been fired yet, despite a few close calls. I've developed some pretty great friendships. When the gas was cut off in my apartment last week it turned out not to be my fault, so I wasn't an additional $900 in debt. Though I'm still a good 20-30 grand in the hole. Which I'm not happy about, but have managed to ignore, somewhat.
I had a really nice day in August.
Craig died in September.
Overall, I've been poor, but fairly happy. Or at least unhappy in an interesting way. But once again, I have to say I had higher expectations for the Year of the Monkey. However, you still have a few months to produce something spectacular! And there's a lot of potential for greatness...The play opens next month, Christmas is on its way (though be careful, I won't see my family all through the holidays, so you'll have to do something pretty amazing to make up for that)...But why wait to make this the best year ever?
Halloween is this week, and I've gotten laid every Halloween for the past five years. Why not make this one special, somehow? I'm not asking for anything specific, like I meet a soul mate, or even somebody I sleep with more than once. Surprise me. I'm not dressing like a "Hong Kong Bar Whore" (my usual costume) this year. So it could be really interesting!
Be creative.
2004, I look forward to seeing what you do with the remainder of yourself. Make it good.
-Karla
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Who in their right mind makes ME the bartender?
Or: My 90 Proof Week
Saturday: I work 2am-6am, then 6pm-10pm. I'm exhausted and broke, but decide I need to go by the Elbo Room to make sure that it's okay for my theater group to rehearse there on Sunday (it is). Mick, one of the Elbo Room's owners, has recently inacted a "Karla drinks for free" mandate. I get stinkingly drunk.
Sunday: I get to Elbo early to make sure all is ready for the rehearsal (The play I'm producing will have an excerpt performed at WNEP Theater's Benefit Cabaret on Wednesday - Thus the rehearsal). All is ready so I buy a round of drinks for the cast. Mick makes my gin & tonics in PINT glasses. I really don't have much to do during the rehearsal...I get stinkingly drunk.
Monday: I feel a cold coming on, but unfortunately, I am still obligated to host my weekly open mic night at the Elbo Room.
I always get drunk on Mondays.
Tuesday: My lungs feel like they are on fire, I can barely swallow, but at 5:30 I go to the space where WNEP is having the Benefit to help decorate. Six other WNEP'ers are there, which means we're finished by 6:30. We decide to go early to Town Hall Pub for the "Post-Engagement/Pre-Wedding" get together being held by two couples in the company (everybody's getting married nowadays). We split a few pitchers before the happy couples arrive. The happy couples proceed to buy the next 20 pitchers or so before leaving. The early birds become the night owls, and don't leave 'til closing time. I make a minor (though habitual) mistake in judgement, which will not be discussed here, because I was: Stinkingly Drunk.
Wednesday: Nausea has joined the head cold symptoms. I go to the Benefit Cabaret with nothing more than a granola bar and a handful of chips in my stomach. The organizer of the event informs me that I will be bartending.
No, seriously. I was the bartender.
I manage to maintain (or at least imitate) sobriety for much of the evening, until a bottle and a half of chardonnay kicks in, wherein I make another (albeit different) habitual mistake in judgement.
Thursday: I don't remember Thursday.
Friday: I wake at 3am, proceed to vomit for the next 4 hours. Spend the next few hours scheduling auditions (we start casting the play Saturday), then go to work early to print out materials for tomorrow. Lay down for an hour, then go on air...
Saturday: ...At 2am until 6am. Auditions are noon-4pm. Then I will return to work 6-10pm. There will be another batch of auditions tomorrow, noon-4pm.
I'm not going to Elbo Room tonight.
Well, probably not.
Saturday: I work 2am-6am, then 6pm-10pm. I'm exhausted and broke, but decide I need to go by the Elbo Room to make sure that it's okay for my theater group to rehearse there on Sunday (it is). Mick, one of the Elbo Room's owners, has recently inacted a "Karla drinks for free" mandate. I get stinkingly drunk.
Sunday: I get to Elbo early to make sure all is ready for the rehearsal (The play I'm producing will have an excerpt performed at WNEP Theater's Benefit Cabaret on Wednesday - Thus the rehearsal). All is ready so I buy a round of drinks for the cast. Mick makes my gin & tonics in PINT glasses. I really don't have much to do during the rehearsal...I get stinkingly drunk.
Monday: I feel a cold coming on, but unfortunately, I am still obligated to host my weekly open mic night at the Elbo Room.
I always get drunk on Mondays.
Tuesday: My lungs feel like they are on fire, I can barely swallow, but at 5:30 I go to the space where WNEP is having the Benefit to help decorate. Six other WNEP'ers are there, which means we're finished by 6:30. We decide to go early to Town Hall Pub for the "Post-Engagement/Pre-Wedding" get together being held by two couples in the company (everybody's getting married nowadays). We split a few pitchers before the happy couples arrive. The happy couples proceed to buy the next 20 pitchers or so before leaving. The early birds become the night owls, and don't leave 'til closing time. I make a minor (though habitual) mistake in judgement, which will not be discussed here, because I was: Stinkingly Drunk.
Wednesday: Nausea has joined the head cold symptoms. I go to the Benefit Cabaret with nothing more than a granola bar and a handful of chips in my stomach. The organizer of the event informs me that I will be bartending.
No, seriously. I was the bartender.
I manage to maintain (or at least imitate) sobriety for much of the evening, until a bottle and a half of chardonnay kicks in, wherein I make another (albeit different) habitual mistake in judgement.
Thursday: I don't remember Thursday.
Friday: I wake at 3am, proceed to vomit for the next 4 hours. Spend the next few hours scheduling auditions (we start casting the play Saturday), then go to work early to print out materials for tomorrow. Lay down for an hour, then go on air...
Saturday: ...At 2am until 6am. Auditions are noon-4pm. Then I will return to work 6-10pm. There will be another batch of auditions tomorrow, noon-4pm.
I'm not going to Elbo Room tonight.
Well, probably not.
