4.1

whoa kiddies it is only week four and i am already slacking off in the blogging dept. we'll i think i warned everyone not to expect too much, but if i didn't... don't expect to much.
last week was pretty jam packed with a whole lotta random nothings.
first, i saw that kid again the rapid-fire-air-born-kisses-kid he was standing in the same place, watching that same house. stalker in training.
next as the birthday business continued there were some expected existential crisis’s: getting too old to not have a purpose, being sad about being single, freaking out about everything in general, i had to talk some people off the edge. 29 is not old. i don't care that speilberg made jaws when he was 26, or that every genius is famous by the time they are 12 or something. 29 is still not old.
also, i started my new job. i was training at 5 green boxes last week. there are two stores so i spent 2 days at each. it is a super fun store, and hopefully i can learn some stuff so in my next phase in life i can have a similar place. i am sure that i am going to get tired of it all, it is retail, but they sell cool shit and i don't have to harass people like at my other retail job. maybe, just maybe if i get my shit together and actually start making things and they could sell them... some furniture, candles, prints, jewelry who knows.
we finally finished the fringe festival and we ended it with some good crowds, not great, but i am pretty sure we made our money back. i hope that festival can make it, it is a fun idea, boulder might not be the place for it though.
friday i helped another friend through a bit of a birthday crisis. at least providing a bit of brightness... some bread pudding (from trattoria stella, that shit is sooooo good) and some roses.
the story goes: a long ass time ago (it seem long ago) when i was crushing really hard and hanging on every word he said, he told me that he got girls flowers all the time, and no one ever brought him flowers, i filed that away in "things to remember" and went on with my life. when i brought him the flowers on friday he was surprised "you are the first person to get flowers" "i know. i listen sometimes." sometimes boys are lame.
but then i left him to wallow in his birthday bummery and i went to dinner, a fashion show and yet another birthday party. i had a very fun time, my social retardation might be waning, if i am lucky. i ditched out kinda early, i was tired, it was a long week.
saturday was supposedly the end of kickball for the season. meaning i might get to actually hang out with my boyfriend more, and on a down note, i might not see all the people i was finally becoming comfortable around all the time. the KickBall was a mock formal affair and i had been searching for a dress all week. i finally decided on one i wasn't excited about, but it seemed easy, then on saturday i realized the search was on again. i wanted to look cute at the ball, you can't hold back this fashionista... so on the way to boulder (for the last fringe) with only minutes left, i found a cute ass dress, and i might even wear it again. liz's wedding perhaps. speaking of, it happens that marc is going to be in NYC at the time of the wedding, so i have a real date. back to the Ball... so i was cute, my dress was a hit, i danced (my feet were killing me) and drank (kinda a lot) and had a wonderful time with some great friends (missing some others of course, perry, stupid grad school. sad face)
sunday we celebrated my grandfather's 93rd birthday (the birthdays never stop.) he got a paper shredder, just what every 93-year-old needs. i guess you don't really need things we you reach your 90s, you probably already have it all, or at least you don't wait for a special occasion to get it. also on sunday, another gathering of the kickbawlers, a farewell to their king and leader. the commish left for LA, he will be missed. not so much by me, though over the last couple weeks i have become a fan/friend, but he’ll definitely be missed by the kids whose social lives are, 5 months out of the year, kickball.
more importantly, i got to see doug. he is also on his way to LA. doug is going to be a famous composer/engineer/producer anyday now. he is a genius, in one of the strangest ways imaginable. i love that kid. it is so great to see him, and so rare. it makes me realize how much i miss people that i don't see. i was talking to a friend last night about how there are too many people; you can't spend quality time with all of them because you are spread too thin. it makes me smile, what a great problem to have... too many friends, too many people you love and wish you could spend more time with, too much laughter and too much fun. i have rough life.

recommendation: the bread pudding from trattoria stella