habit

the first point of bidness:

it seems people have begun receiving their pearl jam fan club xmas singles in the mail. fun stuff. also, a few websites are showing the artwork from the single and since ive heard theres been lots of response to it (thanks brad, thanks a whole lot) i am left to presume its somewhat controversial on some level. to quote 'its ok'...THIS IS MY PLEA:

please for the love of all things under the sun, DO NOT TELL ME WORD ONE ABOUT THE XMAS SINGLE. i dont want to know anything about it. i want to open my mailbox one day (hopefully soon) and have this all new surprise waiting there for me, and share a moment with it, just it and me. i can't wait, but really I CAN. i believe in anticipation and excitement building. i dont need to know everything right this second weeks in advance and be the first to know. some things are better the old fashioned way.

if you think i'll find it funny if you drop a spoiler on me just for the sake of what you assume is comedy please know in advance i will be ferociously pissed off. its gonna be like a fucking dodge-bullet minefield fest till it gets here as it is, what with people in the newsgroup too dumb to realize they might be spoiling it for someone...so yeah. that is my plea.

so how fabulous is this? i got up at NOON today, and it was an all natural alarm clock free festivity. i not only did my AM yoga practice, but i followed it with beginners yoga because i had time. then i cruised on line a bit and cabbed it to work because i knew joel was picking me up afterward and i normally cab it one way on night shifts and it was snowing like mad all morning and bussing it would have been a nightmare.

in the cab the driver and i were chatting about skiing. like anita, he finds the steepness to scary (tho anita questions the abilities of gravity to keep her on the mountain) and so i laughed. and then i made an analogy i kind of dug. my favorite element of skiing are those moments you get where its just you on that part of the slope, and its a smaller part of the hill, well treed in and its a sunny cold day. because its just you the only sounds are your skis swishing and crunching over the snow, and you can feel the heat of your visible breath for a millisecond before it evaporates into the cold air...and it lasts probably less than a minute but it feels like a small eternity and its the exact opposite of being downtown in traffic on a jam packed bus. which is the absolute worst, no question. that moment on the hill is wall-free, ceiling-free, people-free. building-free, noise-free...and you are freely sailing down a mountain. i think the word for it is glorious.

it was a quiet shift at work as a result of the snow, but i made nice tips. this woman left me ten bux on a 30 dollar bill because i was playing with the baby and didnt mind warming the food and the bottle (twice). i think doing yoga before work really makes me alot more patient and pleasant than i might normally be. i worked with billy and it was fun, plus i met the probable manager of the new location where i will be going and he was totally cool and funny...smart funny, not goofy funny like costa. he's gonna be good.

we played porn names/soap opera names. the way i learned it your porn name is the name of your first pet combined with the name of your first street, which makes me max parkview. oooh la la. your soap opera name is the name of your favorite pet combined with the name of the street you live on now, which makes me charlie st urban. kinda soapy.

by about 7 i was bloody starving. earlier in the evening this sliver of cake left over from the table d'hote special from lunch had been calling me from the fridge. this cake is psychotic looking: ELEVEN layers. thick white icing with chocolate covered espresso beans and chocolate shavings on it over chocolate mousse, chocolate cake, white cake, etc. i had to try it. it was so good i wanted to fall over. i had one bite and repeated 'oh my god' maybe 8 times. it was too good. it was the best cake i have ever had. i bet it costs like 80 bucks for a cake like that, and if it doesnt, it should. its worth it. it was so good i couldnt even finish it. i wasnt worthy. but anyway yeah, i was damned hungry and bored.

i was thinking: sushi. sushi. sushi. so i called joel and he seemed down with that and shortly after that i got cut for lack of purpose (no customers = no waiters necessary) and eventually he found his way to the doors i was at and off we went.

we worked out that we havent seen each other in about 2 years (tho have spoken on the phone and online and live in the same city) because he has never seen my feline treasures. he was sufferin that same neck condition that anita was when we went to see vanilla sky so he couldnt turn to look at me. i love when my friends provide me with such ample ammo to use at their expense. naw, i just tease a little. i know what bad necks are like and they suck. which is why i have shares in ben gay. long live ben gay.

anyway we had a really fun time, and it wasnt all because i was tipsed out on sake. we are both big tangenters and joel always goes for the laugh so he's silly and fun to hang with. the place was busy and loud when we got there and the room had a good vibrant energy to it that may or may not have charged the convo. and my sushi was deelishus, as always. joel prefers this other place, and theres a new place i want to try, so it might be awhile before i am back there. but the tofu will always bring me back there.

we sat there talking and the restaurant cleared out around us. the bill had arrived and been paid and it was then that joel inserted his chopstick wrapper into a glass of water and 'windmilled' it (his word of explanation) so that water rose up out of the glass, splashing yours truly in the face and hair. ok it was only a few drops, but it was ice cold and most unexpected. so much for solid dinner companionship.

but he did get major bonus points: he asked me to get something out of his man purse (cough*drugpouch*cough), and as i fished around in there i came across a pearl jam cd from hamburg in 96. so i faked stealing it and he told me to grab all the stuff out, which included like 4 cds, and in them was a second copy of that very show. he burned me a copy, just like that. i was so touched, really and truly. how totally fucking sweet. so i thanked him and said that now i would totally sleep with him (kidding, only kidding...tho pearl jam is the way to my heart) and he said 'what you werent going to before?' and i said 'no' and then we tangented and went on to 300 other things all at the same time. it was a great time. thanks joel. =)

not to mention the kid drove me to return my movies that otherwise would have been late. does it get better than that? yes it does. i dont already have that hamburg 96 show (that opens with wash). woo!

and now im home hoping the sake wont leave me with the usual post sake headache. im tired as all get out and think i am going to have to royally fuck doing yoga tonight. im just too tired and have nothing left. not into it. i cannot wait for tomorrow's shift to come and go because then i have the weekend off. kyle just reminded me its jack black hosting snl and i think there may even be some figure skating tribute to elvis stojko i can geek out on should nothing to do surface. excitement plus. but mostly its about all the sleep and all the cleaning i need to get done. and my school project. the stranger.

thursday. a good day.

hope twas as such for youse touse.

one love, the dream i see. bring on the friday five!