Before I get into a summary of weekend events it needs to be said that no one parties like my gay family gets down... throw some drag queens in the mix and it just gets that much more hectic. Take my Saturday night as an example, I was lucky to attend my girl Essence's birthday bash. Essence had two other performers in tow, like the one there on the right... Two further things to note about the photo to support my claim... 1. The cracked mirror....
Yesterday was the one month anniversary of bouncing out of my well-paying yet ineffably inappropriate place of employment... here are some shots from the day to briefly re-cap... First I woke up and took some photos to record how happy I was about making the decision to be out, then when I got home a few hours later I spent the rest of the day tending to much more productive tasks, like playing ball with the puppies. After I quit I immediately...
This morning as I settled into the hunched-over-laptop pose that I form seven or eight hours a day, Mom says 'Gretchen, lots of people want to be writers. Too many people, that's why only some people actually get to do it.' Maybe that's true... but I'd like to hear about how hard people are willing to bust their ass to make it happen. And let's face it, it isn't really the sort of thing with a million doors open and employers saying, 'Creative...
I can't believe is was snowing yesterday! I felt it coming the day before when I decided to go for a jog. This was a bad idea for a few reasons, like Gretchen + anything requiring coordination = serious risk. I ran halfway around the block and it was so cold I seriously got brain freeze worse than the time my mate and I decided to skull vodka/sour apple slurpees. A few hours after my weak running attempt I was whinging on the phone to my sister...
So I'm fairly certain this is the part when I get nervous... remaining quietly confident, of course. Today I booked my sublet in Manhattan and my airfare to the states. As can be imagined, the hit on my pocket has already resulted in a few double shots of bourbon resulting in a string of "I can do this... Of course I can do this-es" warbled to the puppies who aren't entirely impressed about me going to begin with. However! I shall not be...