Photography Assistant

I was outside my place of work the other day, when who should walk up but my favourite regular from the night before?

He walked over to my table with his boyfriend, and they sat down and they said “after our chat last night, we both had the same idea – you should help us out on our photo shoots! Would you maybe be interested in that?”

 

And, me being me, I could hardly say ‘yes’ fast enough.

 

So. Friended on facebook, numbers exchanged.

 

New Adventures Await!!!

…And That’s Enough of That.

I’ve been thinking about quitting my job for a while, and I put in my two weeks notice, and it’s my second to last day.

I’m wearing these like, culottes (which I’ve totally worn to work before) and the guy I work with.

He’s just like. ‘I keep staring at your ass. It looks really good in those.’

and I was like ‘Hey! So. *That’s* uncomfortable and inappropriate!’

only, I didn’t really say that, because … I don’t know why.

and then it became like ‘It looks so soft’,

to which I actually did say ‘That’s awkward.’

and then later it became ‘can I touch it?’

To which I said ‘No. Absolutely not.’

and he said ‘Would you slap me?’

and I said ‘No. I would crush your balls until you were crying on the floor.’

and walked out.

 

I’m…really glad I quit this job.

MORE FREE FOOD

I apparently have a favourite pizza place.

(I know I have a favourite pizza place. It’s the one that’s open late.)

And apparently, *I* am a favoured customer.

 

And, to put this in perspective, I’m pretty sure I’ve only been there four times? Like. This isn’t my coffee shop situation.

But, I went there once at one in the morning, and I knew all the songs on the radio, and the woman working there noticed that I don’t sound like I’m from Texas, and I told her I’d just moved from Cambodia, and she told me that she’d moved here from South Africa.

It was a good night.

 

And I went back, and she was all ‘Hello!’ and I was like ‘Why do you remember me?’ and she said she always remembers people who like her music.

And I said that I always remember South Africans I meet in Texas.

And then I wound up walking out with free pizza.

 

MY LIFE IS SO MAGICAL.

I LOVE PEOPLE.

Late Night Chat

I got off work the other day, and (as I so often do) I just went outside and enjoyed the delicious, ambient heat of San Antonio, along with the complimentary free internet. (Heck yes. I’m so classy.)

I was sitting there (coincidentally blogging), and who should walk up, but my favourite regular.

And then we talked for two hours.

About music, and bananas and Brazilian walking spiders, and when your friends don’t tell you that those brownies have weed in them. We talked about photography and fear and creativity. We talked about bones and people, and the Marfa Mystery Lights.

 

It was this moment of silence, (or not silence, but, clarity maybe?) when I got to remember.

There’s been a lot of running around for me lately, a lot of frantic, and not a lot of just…*being*.

And that’s what this was.

Sitting on cheap outdoor furniture until we got kicked off the patio; connecting with someone beyond a smile and a nod and a drink in hand.

I love people.

Time Zone Sleep Lag

My sleep schedule (Well, alright, I’ll be honest. I haven’t really had much of one of those lately, between my jobs. It’s been a bit 100% “GO!” all the time.)

But one of the things that I’ve gotten quite used to is getting up at four in the morning to talk to my writing buddy who lives in Britain.

 

So, even now that my schedule has evened out a bit…I’m still waking up at four in the morning to talk to my writing buddy.

This is *absurd.*

Why am I doing this???

 

And, like, this is even on my days off. I’ll get up at 4:30, and we’ll talk for a few hours, and then she’ll go back to work and I’ll go back to sleep for a while.

 

 

I’M AN ADULT!!!!

RAIN OF FREE FOOD

Tonight the heavens opened, and rained free food down upon me.

(Meaning I worked a job that got over-catered, and I got to take a bunch of it home with me!!!!)

It is beautiful.

(And delicious.)

 

I’m pretty sure I have enough food to last me, like, at least a week right now?

 

Yes!!!

Vocabulary!!!

Words of the Week:

 

PENNYWEIGHTING

Pennyweighting – verb

1.) The theft of jewellery, typically through sleight of hand substitution of fake stones for real ones in a jeweller’s shop, etc.

 

and

 

 

OLIPRANCE

Oliprance – noun

1.)  pomp, ostentation, pride, vanity.

2.) merrymaking, jollity;  times of happiness.

Accents at the Bar

The other night at the bar I work at  a British guy was there –and he totally thought I was British.

(The way I sound is *so* weird at this point, kids. I’ve picked up so much bizarre phraseology from all over. I sound like some kind of weird mutt. It’s *fabulous*. Like. No one is ever really sure *where* I’m from. They’re just all sure that it’s ‘not from around here’.

I LOVE IT SO MUCH.)

Anyway.

 

It was great, because he was like ‘At first I thought you were from the North…’ and all I could think was

 

and then,  I said something, and for a while he thought I was Irish. Which. Like.

THAT IS ALSO ACCEPTABLE.

I WILL BE FROM IRELAND, FOR YOU FRIEND.

YES.

 

But like, I think the best part of all of this, is that he actually said I had “BROGUE”.

I don’t think I’ve ever heard an accent being called a ‘brogue’ outside of the amazing, fantastic, spectacular romance novels I’ve read?

HE ACTUALLY SAID ‘YOU SOUNDED LIKE YOU HAD A BROGUE THERE.’

 

I feel completely and utterly victorious about every life decision I have ever made right now.

WHAT BEAUTY IS THIS?

 

I was going to talk about something else, but I saw this, and it just fried my brain a little bit.

So now you’re getting a post of music videos of magical musical combinations.

NO REGRETS!!!!

 

 

 

 

and, as always, going to close it with EVERYTHING I LOVE ON ONE STAGE: