at work:
- be reassured that I am loved by supervisor.
- engage in office business chatter with coworker (same level as my supervisor), where he gets huffy about being confused with the other gay manager type (I’d actually confused him with my suburban mom supervisor, but oh well. Remind me never to use the phrase ‘soccer mom’ around her.)
- send email to coworker discussing being gay in the office.
- spend 2 hours with low level anxiety about reception of email.
- talk to coworker in his office. He is friendly and complimentary. He says that I “have balls” for inviting the office to a pride parade event (actually, I’m easily pressured by a younger senior analyst, but leaving that aside). I share with him the frustration of surgical unhappiness + travel. He is understanding, sympathetic, and amused. I’m pretty sure he thinks I rock. I’m also pretty sure he wants me to come back to chicago field office. He did show me a shirtless pic of him and his boyfriend. I hope I look half so good when I get to be that age. Hell, I wish I looked half so good now. I still wanna check out the chicago field office.
- realize what a pain in the ass meeting minutes can be to write up. Particularly when it’s more ‘summary of meeting events reworded to be more easily understood’ than a blow by blow of the meeting’s content.
evening before pharmboi:
- check out chicago fitness center, minimalist, a bit out of the way, but affordable. ($300 for a year, if I go that route on my eventual return, $60/month for straight up)
- check out gym with “tan” in its name, next to whole foods. Offers little more, way more crowded, marginally more accessible, $50 more / month. Fat fuckin chance.
- whole foods shop-o-rama
- home, shower, etc.
- look in mirror and realize I have lovehandles.
- bump up urgency of gym membership and rollerblade purchases
With pharmboi:
- Mama Desta’s (must find better ethiopian in this town)
- ‘milk’shakes at chicago diner
- smokefree drinking at sidetracks, where he introduced me to midori sours, (from my limited drink vocabulary, I selected long island iced tea to follow) and then the world of podcasts.
Now home. Sleep soon. Work tomorrow.
“What! No nasty?”
Dude, I have to work this morning. =)
Though, I will point out that as my once and future roommate, has pointed out in the past, I’m prone to inserting a great deal of content between the lines.
Yeah, whenever you see a vague/cryptic entry in this journal, assume the sluttiest possible interpretation.
And whenever you see hyperbole from… =)
Midori
If you enjoy Midori and Long Island Iced Teas, you may want to try a Tokyo Tea. It’s a Long Island, but with Midori instead of coke. Needless to say, it’s green.
Also in the get-drunk-fast realm is an Adios Motherfucker, which is a Long Island with Blue Curacao. This is sometimes called a Blue Long Island, but all the bartenders I know refer to it as an Adios Motherfucker. Interesting side note about Blue Curacao: the ingredients are Curacao and blue food coloring. Apparently putting in the food coloring made it immensely popular (ooo blue drinks!) even though the taste was the same.
–Andy
P.S. Whenever you write “pain in the ass”, I feel like it has more meaning then when others write it.