"Waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup."

Mr. A left for Michigan last Sunday. Until this week I hadn't realized how much time I spend with him, or how boring I am without him. Oh yeah, and how I turn into a sniveling baby when I get lonely. If I hadn't fallen asleep in front of CSI: Miami I was seriously considering watching Garden State and finishing off a six of Negra Modelo so that I could cry myself to sleep.

Hooray CSI: Miami and its sleep inducing powers! When I actually made it to bed though I didn't sleep so soundly, nor did I get out of bed so easily this morning. He'll be home Tuesday afternoon. Most likely after I go to work, so I won't get to see him until that night. Tuesday will SUCK because I have the whole morning off to sit and think about the fact that my man is a mere 2 1/2 hours away, as opposed to being across the country. *sigh*

Now do you understand why I am incessantly listening to melancorley Damien Rice, Samantha?

Can you see the love and admiration in my eyes?

The drunkest girl at the party is now the most hungover girl at work.

Ellie, if I can't control myself I am going to have to quit coming over.

At least I remember it all this week.

I have a feeling I'll be remembering it for the next 10 hours.

Eau de The Q

Mr. A took this photo with his new camera Friday night. He says this captures my essence.
Kids, I'm a drinker.
He showed it to my dad last night and told him the same. My dad said, "Yeah, it runs in the family."

We were at Star Seeds, I normally love it, in spite of the predictably bad service. Friday it was worse than usually and I was really disappointed. Actually, I was very angry about it. I think that is the only part of my "essence" this photo lacks. How seriously pissed I was. The girl is lucky Casey paid.

A Break in the Clouds -

Well, sort of.

Things sure did get worse before they got any better. Specifically, the wreck I had Sunday after work. I HAD been on my way to school to study. What do you do after a wreck on a Sunday afternoon? Get really drunk.

Next time I really need a reminder that my "awake meds" totally negate my Irish blood, and I cannot drink as much as I think I can.

Summary of wreck:
While I was heading South on Guadalupe a woman going the other direction decided to turn left while at an unprotected light. Our two vehicles became intimate.

From the right lane I check to make sure that my vehicle is still drivable, and tell her I am going to pull into the next parking lot.

After finding my purse in the mess on the floor-boards I walk back to the intersection to realize she is gone.

I call in the hit and run. So does she - down the street. Enter witness: She tells me that I did in fact have the right of way and offers her help. She had an adorable dog in her truck.

Cop brings lady back and her "statement" is so full of bull shit that I decide it's best if I avoid interaction. I am liable to use my fists.

Her husband later comes up to me and says, "I heard her side of the story, but I want to know what happened." Always a sign of a good relationship.

In the end I called my witness and she came back, with the cute dog. Woman got two tickets - driving without her licence, and failure to yield to traffic.

Poor Deuce, she looks like Grubb now.

Hooray for insurance BS now.

The good part? I got an 80 on that quiz. Hey, it's something.

Good beer (New Belgium Sunshine Wheat Beer and Pyramid Apricot)
+ Punk Rock (good with lots of beer)
+ Lots of of people
+ fireworks
+ cops

=

bitchen' party at The Metropolis - Yay!

Hey,
This is like a letter, to all of you.
Did M. Kennedy consider Thanksgiving when she proposed NaBloPoMo?
I'm at Casey's sister's apartment, finally able to drink - my family is dry as a bone. This is great. I'm feeling so chill - I can't even focus enough to write right now. Plus, I'm writing on a mini laptop - a Fujitsu P series Lifebook - I think, something like that. It's hard to write on because I'm drinking and the keyboard is so small.

I love you guys! A really 'full bodied' post tomorrow. Just wanted to make sure I was heard before the deadline.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Much love,

The Q

Because I Am So Cool

Last night I went to Gingerman with my friend Paul. I've only been there once before, on his birthday, so I knew it would be okay with him, and they have an awesome selection, so it was the place to be.

I don't go out too often. Especially some place so downtown on a Friday. Downtown is stupid busy, with drunk pedestrians, careless pedi-cabs, indifferent cabbies, sometimes horses with carts and cops everywhere.

I took 4th street last night, which I have never done after dark. Right out in front of the bar was a cop, lights blazing. I was stopped at the light and trying to figure out 1) what was going on at the bar, 2) where I was supposed to go around him. Apparently I was in a turn lane? I had no idea, I was too busy worrying about the effect the cop up there was going to have on my life. So I went straight in a turn lane. Guess what effect that cop had on my life... yeah. He motioned me over right away. I had not seen the "clearly displayed sign," honestly. I was genuinely confused as to why I'd been pulled over. Which he noted. But where is my insurance. In that mess on my floor-boards?

Cop: "You do have insurance?"
The Q: "Oh, yeah. It's in here somewhere... on the floor maybe? As you can tell, Officer, I keep a very clean vehicle."
Cop: (chuckles) "On the floor? 'Cause that's a good place for it."
The Q: "If I give up, and save both of us time, I can have a citation cleared with proof of insurance, right?"
Cop: "Yeah just (blah, blah, blah...)"
The Q: "That's fine. We'll be here all night otherwise."

Way to start-out my night. The best part? My eyes were INCREDIBLY blood-shot. I'd slept with my contacts in the night before, and they rip up my eyes like no-one's business. He over-looked that. I suppose because my eyes still reacted to him shining his flashlight in my face.

Otherwise, I had fun. I wound up hanging out with a bunch of people that Paul knows. They'll be the people that haunt me when I pass them on the street and can't seem to figure out WHERE I know them from.

I once had a thing with Paul. It was brief and there was an understanding. Last night we agreed that we might be the only example of something working out so well. After all, we were out enjoying each other's company, there was no awkwardness, or resentment.

After talking about what'd passed between us, I had a dream with him in it. I don't have any clue what happened in it. For all I know it was a version of the previous night's dream that my brakes only work well enough to slow down, not stop. Just with Paul, instead of Lauren. He had been making fun of me because there was a hill in my dream. "Hills in a parking lot? What kind of parking lot was this?" It was a parking lot in a dream, Paul. I also just drove in circles the whole time, waiting for my car to stop, yet was able to get out of the driver's seat and into the passenger's seat. No one said it would make any sense.

Good News: I got a letter from the University informing me that they had decided to accept my request (with this place it's request, request, request) for re-evaluation on an Educational Psychology course. I wanted it to count towards my minor, and now it does. Hooray! Now I don't have to take that a-hole's class.

Dia de los Muertos

I will spend the next two days thinking of you, Jen. I'm building you a modest shrine - I will get you some Inari. I will drink, light candles - especially those you gave me, listen to all of the music that remind me of you, and remember what a strong, vibrant person you were. It is getting close to two years and I still miss you like hell. I wish I'd had a chance to say goodbye. I love you.
I read in an article yesterday that in the tradition of Dia de los Muertos there are three kinds of death: one when your body ceases function, a second when your body returns to the earth, and a final one when no one remembers you. You will never die your third death.