The past year’s biggest issue for me is sleeping in. Not like the pre-planned intentional kind of sleep in. I have been sleeping through alarms, calls, texts, sirens, parades… see my last blog post for next-to-most-recent example.
Most recent example: I was supposed to take my car to the shop at 8:00 this morning (for story behind this, refer to one of my previous posts). Totally doable. I made sure to get to bed early last night, and was in bed by 11, asleep by midnight. Set my alarm for 7:30.
I awake to a phone call from a random 919 number. I answer.
“Hi, this is (insert name here) from Coat’s auto body.”
“Good morning! Everything still on for today?”
“Yes, well… you were supposed to have your car here by 8:00 this morning…”
“Is it not before 8:00? I mean.. is it after 8:00? Am I late? Did I sleep in? Oh my god. Did I sleep in again?”
“Yes, it is 9:30… just wanted to check in and see if everything was okay…”
“I am an idiot. I will be there in 10.”
10 minutes later, I’m at the shop. Car is handed over. The lady at the desk asks me how I’m getting home.
Well, I didn’t really think about that. I think I still may be asleep. Maybe this is all a dream…
Nope. I am definitely at an auto shop on a Tuesday morning with no way home. Reality fail.
The owner of the shop ended up driving me home. We discussed a variety of topics on the way… mostly concerning nuclear power plants and zucchinis. It was a nice time.
Allstate offered me a rental car while my car is being repaired. I declined, thinking it is silly to need a car that isn’t my own when I live downtown and can easily walk or bike anywhere I need to go.
Until I get home, and it is torrentially downpouring outside. Looks like I’m staying in today.
[Insert 10-hour apartment cleaning/organizing session here. Nothing better to do than roll around on my rug with my cleaning supplies and take window portraits.]
I finally leave my apartment at 8:00 pm, when friend Hollis picks me up to head to Carrboro. We are meeting up with other friend Jaclyn to see Peaches at Cat’s Cradle.
Peaches. Crazy hipster queen who raps. Basically what I turn into after a few cocktails. Except Peaches raps about dicks and tits, and I usually end up rapping about my camera or my cat’s respiratory problems. She also has an amazing leotard and cape collection… and I don’t.
I insisted that we stop at Carrburritos prior to the show, as I needed one last taste of that place before I leave NC. I have had many a burrito around the country, and this place still remains my favorite. We stuffed our face with guacburritos and ceviche and salsa frutas and margaritas and salt, then went on our way in search of ice cream (logical follow-up).
Weaver Street Market and Maple View both closed at 9. We arrive at 9:24. Not sure where to go from here.
Around this time we realize that Jackie is not with us. We call her to find that she has wandered to Open Eye Cafe down the street, so we walk a bit until we find her. I ended up with an exceptional iced mocha and giant piece of chocolate cake (I don’t even like cake, but it made sense at the time) served to me by Kate of The Love Language. I think the ice cream replacement worked out.
And then the show. Peaches was everything I dreamed her to be. Fluffy sleeves, sweaty leotards, shiny capes, crimped blonde mullet and caked-on makeup. She radiates sex even before she starts demanding for you to “shake your dick.” There were also light sabers and crotch-strobe-lights involved. If you are looking up to spice up your set on tour, learn a trick or two from this broad.
haaaaaaaaaay ellen erin!
Then we jumped around for a bit, then called it a night.
hay for peaches.
tit grabs for peaches.
ass grabs for peaches.
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Fun things to check out for today:
So there’s this guy Simon. He’s a photographer based in Jersey City, NJ. [Check out his portfolio here.]
[photocred: simon biswas]
Simon is planning on driving across the United States on a phototour this summer. He is planning on leaving the same freaking time I am planning to leave. We basically planned the same exact trip without having any knowledge of each other’s existence.
A mutual friend of ours, Adrienne [read her lovely foodblog here], noticed this, and referred him to me. So he emailed me. It went directly into my spam folder. I never check my spam. I probably haven’t in half a year. And I happened to check it for the first time FOUR HOURS after he sent me his email. Fancy that.
So we’ve been exchanging information and plans and advice regarding our separate phototours via email… obviously we are going to have to plan some epic crossing of paths somewhere along our separate routes, because all of this is too crazy not to do something like that. We’ll see what happens.
Also:
The NY Times visited the Triangle recently… they spent their time very wisely, actually. Damn good job fellas. Father & Son, Raleigh Times, The Pit… among other places I live by and frequent and love.
Read where they spent their 36 hours here.
Also:
[photocred: julia baum]
I just like this blog: A Rare Breed. It’s a portrait collection of redheads. I have always been partial to the ginger folk, so this is fun to look at. I want all of my red-headed friends to go to NY and shoot for this.
Also:
My friend Peter flies in from Detroit tomorrow! He is spending the week in town, so I am going to try to give him the most epic tour of Raleigh and the coast he’s ever seen. Not that he’s ever seen it before or will see it again. It will be epic nonetheless.
Also:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH FULLER! holla!
Ok, that’s all for now. END!