party of special things to do

2003-01-17 - 6:07 p.m.

things have been pretty fucked up lately. and i'm not just talking about all the goddamn snow. which, y'know, normally i'm all for snow. it's pretty, it looks clean and blankets everything it touches. it has a strong habit of stopping the world. and most times i'm all for that. but goddamnit, not when my world is spinning just fine.

lane and rikki were supposed to come in yesterday, but because of the goddamn snow, they couldn't. now i'm looking at a possible lunch with them tomorrow, if that. and y'know, my friends get to visit me only a few times a year, if that. snow last week would have been fine. snow next week would be great. but snow this week fucking sucks.

so tuesday night i went out with a few of my coworkers for the january birthdays party. that was sooooo interesting. kinda fucked up, too, but definitely interesting. i wore my outfit of a thousand purples, and uncle bill said that i was 'grape-o-riffic!' at the party, which took place at a local bar, one coworker in particular kept bugging me about my cherry t-shirt. she kept asking if i was one, then she broke down sex into 3 categories. she said that at my age, sex with 1-5 people is normal. more than 5 makes you a slut, and 0 makes you pristine. she said that i didn't seem like a slut, so was i pristine or normal? (she was rather drunk at that point, i might add.) i kept laughing and evading her questions, because i like to have an air of mystery around me, but she wouldn't let off. she wanted to know if i had sex, and if so if i was currently having sex, and which sex i had sex with. she whispered rather drunkenly in my ear, 'see, i thought you might be a lesssbian.' i grinned in astonishment. i have never, to my knowledge, set off anyone's gaydar, even when i ate lunch at the lesbian table every day at wilson. in fact, i always assumed that the only people who thought that i might be a lesbian were straight people, and that all lesbians thought that i was straight. i've been working on this assumption for years. then at halloween rikki, who is straight, informs me that i give off a very, 'yay women! where's the dick?' vibe. and now my coworker, who is a lesbian, asks me if i am a lesbian. if lesbians are now thinking that i'm gay, and straight people are thinking that i'm straight...well, this just changes everything. my whole perception of people perceiving me, and thusly how i interact with people at large, might be changing if indeed the world's view of me has reversed itself.

or maybe it was all in my head to begin with. maybe it still is.

so i watched my coworkers get drunk, talk trash, then make out with each other. as in, each person went around the table and made out with everyone else. except me, that is, because when the drunken mob descended upon me, i said, 'hey, hey, i'm good, thanks!' and ducked. because i'm just not into that casual group coworker make-out session thing, yo. then natalie exclaimed that we had to buy me a 'v-dawg,' which i discovered was a vibrator, so instead of having all these drunk people trying to drive around, i made them all pile into my car and i soberly drove all my drunken coworkers to the 24-hour porn shop. they walked around and picked shit up and laughed loudly and befriended two very nice gay people. we got an invite to see one of them sing at the local gay club, then i drove them all back. the only other sober girl drove another girl home, and the other girl would not let me drive her home. she insisted that she sleep it off in her car. i didn't feel too great about it, but i let her stay. then i saw her the next day at work, so she must have made it home okay at some point.

so that was...fun. definitely interesting. i've also been invited to an exclusive coworker party. i say exclusive because i was explicitly told that everyone whom the host wanted to be there has been invited, so i was to keep it on the d-l. now i'm wondering: when did i get cool? people at work are telling me things, and telling me not to tell anybody else, and, y'know, i don't, but still, how would they know that? i guess i still think of myself as the new girl. however, since they are interviewing new people already, i won't be the new girl for much longer. they're also moving me from the registers to the cafe. part of me is in dread, because i've been told the horror stories, and how amazingly rude customers can be to the cafe workers (even ruder than at the registers, shudder). but then, they'll be putting all the new people at the registers, because that's where everyone starts. and all my friends work in the cafe, so i'd be back there with them, instead of up front with the newbies. the manager of the cafe even requested me specifically, and hey, that's gotta feel good. so i dread the customers, but i look forward to the new surroundings. plus it just gets so goddamn tedious up front.

and it's not like i'm planning on making a career out of the bookstore. it's just more experience, that's all.

i recently found out that one of the guys at the store used to ride a motorcycle. this means nothing. as i keep telling myself. it's simply interesting info.

i wanted to talk about fuck-warmers and silent movies, but my vegetarian lasagna is ready, so i'm going to go eat that instead.