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Jan. 18th, 2005 08:26 pmI had one hell of an excellent weekend. I could claim that I'm just now recovering from it, which is why its taken me days to post, but that'd probably be bullshit. Anyway.
In the wake of events with my grandmother I felt the itch to just get away from it all, so late Friday night I packed a bag and started driving up to Boston to rendezevous with Jon S and Rachel S (no relation.) On the drive up I put in a call to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spreadnparanoia and had a good talk with her. Somewhere in the midst of things I, somewhat giddy, announced my big news: I'm going home. Plans have not yet crystallized, but with my temporary gig coming to an end this month a new goal has emerged. I'm actually going to haul my butt (and my car probably) out to Chicago for at least a week in February, probably two. I'm going to preface the visit with a blitz of e-mails, phone calls, etc. in renewed effort to get a friggin' job already. The hope is that these two elements will combine to form a tasty salsa of my actually becoming employed where I want to live and making the move permanent-like. Keep your fingers crossed.
I have a confession to make: the only reason I haven't acted on this plan (or one very much like it) sooner is that I feel like a complete louse doing so. The plan will almost certainly involve relying upon the kindness of my friends, some of whom I've hardly spoken to in months, for places to crash as I have only scraped together around $2K in savings. I don't want to be a post-collegiate hobo who shows up and stays with someone and messes up their apartment and eats their food until the friendship is strained to the breaking point and I am kicked out. Hopefully my dire fear of becoming that will keep me from being a poor houseguest. In any event if two weeks run out and I don't have any serious leads then I am resolved to return home in disgrace and admit defeat. I dunno if I'll actually be able to convince my heart to admit defeat, but I'll cross that bridge when and if I come to it, I guess.
Back to my weekend in Beantown... I arrived at Jon's apartment around midnight and chilled with him and Rachel for all of a half an hour until we all went to bed. We got up in the morning in time for Jon to have high definition cable installed on his new widescreen plasma TV (so damn pretty!) And then spend an inordinately long time getting showered (only I didn't because I didn't have a towel) before going grocery shopping and then to Old Country Buffet for a late-afternoon lunch. We spent a good two hours stuffing our faces obscenely, then stopped off at Target and bought a towel with which I showered. Said towel of course shed fuzz all over me because I hadn't washed it before using it, but whatever. I was in a good mood and it was amusing, and now I own a Towel in the Douglas Adams sense of the word.
Saturday night Rachel had a pair of NU acquaintances over to Jon's, neither of whom I knew very well, and we played Texas Hold 'Em into the wee hours. We started with four players and it was in fact one of the relative newbies, Rachel, who spent the better part of the night as the chip leader. Admittedly that was because Jon and I were playing fairly crazy at first just to give folks a feel for the game and test their boundaries. On the last hand of the night I went all in on an outside straight that came through, securing the chip lead for myself. Sadly we weren't playing for money, just chips.
Sunday Jon invited Rachel and I out to lunch with his coworker, who was treating because her mother was in town. As much as that had a lot of potential for amusement I begged off out of a desire to meet up with Stephie K who I had spoken to recently but not actually seen in ages. We had both expressed a desire to go see Elektra, and though my hopes of actually doing so were slim I had played phone tag with her since Friday and was looking forward to spending some time with her. She directed me down to her apartment (at the corner of freakin' Beacon Street and Mass Avenue... I'll never be able to afford such a nice location, ever) and we went out to lunch. We hung out and chilled and rambled at one another and it was generally a tremendously good time for me. In the end we didn't catch the movie but I really did not care. Of course in hanging out with Stephie I sort of skived offsyganzychick's D&D game but I'm hoping she'll forgive me due to extenuating circumstances.
On a totally unrelated note, the guy from Websnark has posted a rant about the return of ClanBob and the lack of a return of Life of Riley (although at least the archives are now up.) While I don't share his anger precisely I am sorely disappointed to hear that the strip's restart is indefinitely postponed. If those boys thought that I was dilligently checking a blank website for months awaiting the return of Dreams in Digital (LoR's sister-strip) then they were sorely mistaken. Actually they were not merely mistaken but in all likelihood smoking some sort of crack. But I'll hold out hope; I always do.
In the wake of events with my grandmother I felt the itch to just get away from it all, so late Friday night I packed a bag and started driving up to Boston to rendezevous with Jon S and Rachel S (no relation.) On the drive up I put in a call to
spreadnparanoia and had a good talk with her. Somewhere in the midst of things I, somewhat giddy, announced my big news: I'm going home. Plans have not yet crystallized, but with my temporary gig coming to an end this month a new goal has emerged. I'm actually going to haul my butt (and my car probably) out to Chicago for at least a week in February, probably two. I'm going to preface the visit with a blitz of e-mails, phone calls, etc. in renewed effort to get a friggin' job already. The hope is that these two elements will combine to form a tasty salsa of my actually becoming employed where I want to live and making the move permanent-like. Keep your fingers crossed.I have a confession to make: the only reason I haven't acted on this plan (or one very much like it) sooner is that I feel like a complete louse doing so. The plan will almost certainly involve relying upon the kindness of my friends, some of whom I've hardly spoken to in months, for places to crash as I have only scraped together around $2K in savings. I don't want to be a post-collegiate hobo who shows up and stays with someone and messes up their apartment and eats their food until the friendship is strained to the breaking point and I am kicked out. Hopefully my dire fear of becoming that will keep me from being a poor houseguest. In any event if two weeks run out and I don't have any serious leads then I am resolved to return home in disgrace and admit defeat. I dunno if I'll actually be able to convince my heart to admit defeat, but I'll cross that bridge when and if I come to it, I guess.
Back to my weekend in Beantown... I arrived at Jon's apartment around midnight and chilled with him and Rachel for all of a half an hour until we all went to bed. We got up in the morning in time for Jon to have high definition cable installed on his new widescreen plasma TV (so damn pretty!) And then spend an inordinately long time getting showered (only I didn't because I didn't have a towel) before going grocery shopping and then to Old Country Buffet for a late-afternoon lunch. We spent a good two hours stuffing our faces obscenely, then stopped off at Target and bought a towel with which I showered. Said towel of course shed fuzz all over me because I hadn't washed it before using it, but whatever. I was in a good mood and it was amusing, and now I own a Towel in the Douglas Adams sense of the word.
Saturday night Rachel had a pair of NU acquaintances over to Jon's, neither of whom I knew very well, and we played Texas Hold 'Em into the wee hours. We started with four players and it was in fact one of the relative newbies, Rachel, who spent the better part of the night as the chip leader. Admittedly that was because Jon and I were playing fairly crazy at first just to give folks a feel for the game and test their boundaries. On the last hand of the night I went all in on an outside straight that came through, securing the chip lead for myself. Sadly we weren't playing for money, just chips.
Sunday Jon invited Rachel and I out to lunch with his coworker, who was treating because her mother was in town. As much as that had a lot of potential for amusement I begged off out of a desire to meet up with Stephie K who I had spoken to recently but not actually seen in ages. We had both expressed a desire to go see Elektra, and though my hopes of actually doing so were slim I had played phone tag with her since Friday and was looking forward to spending some time with her. She directed me down to her apartment (at the corner of freakin' Beacon Street and Mass Avenue... I'll never be able to afford such a nice location, ever) and we went out to lunch. We hung out and chilled and rambled at one another and it was generally a tremendously good time for me. In the end we didn't catch the movie but I really did not care. Of course in hanging out with Stephie I sort of skived off
syganzychick's D&D game but I'm hoping she'll forgive me due to extenuating circumstances.On a totally unrelated note, the guy from Websnark has posted a rant about the return of ClanBob and the lack of a return of Life of Riley (although at least the archives are now up.) While I don't share his anger precisely I am sorely disappointed to hear that the strip's restart is indefinitely postponed. If those boys thought that I was dilligently checking a blank website for months awaiting the return of Dreams in Digital (LoR's sister-strip) then they were sorely mistaken. Actually they were not merely mistaken but in all likelihood smoking some sort of crack. But I'll hold out hope; I always do.
