10.7.2002
I am sick! I have a cold and I feel like shit. I never get sick, unless it is a hangover. Wah! I quit my job today in Indianapolis. I am sad because I dig everyone here, but I need more money. The thought of kicking it up in the region does little to excite me, but I have to look at it as just a step on my road to success. Plus, I don't have to grocery shop anymore.
This weekend was relaxing. Friday night I got WA-STED. Like Purdue wasted, like what-the-hell-happend-last-night (?!?!?) wasted. Like woke- up-with-a torn-up-knee wasted. You don't ever plan on these things, they just sort of happen. I just remember bits and pieces after I left Chumley's after 2 martinis, 2 long islands, a shot a yager & a lemon drop. Rock Lobster? Jody? Weaver? Another long island? (I think so, all my money was gone the next day) I truly do not drink that much anymore, these past two weekends have been unusual for me. Don't go thinking I am some alchi. I paid my dues in the 12 step program.
Hopefully Chris had a good time, and I didn't make too much of an ass out of myself. But hey, that is what being young and single is for. So I chilled the rest of the weekend.
Fall is FINALLY here. From 80 degree to 40 in the matter of a day. Time to break out the sweaters! Hurray!
10.14.2002
Sunny day... sweeping the clouds away... on my way, to where the air is sweet.. can you tell me how to get, how to get to... shit. Nevermind. This past week was interesting. If someone I sent a damn resume to doesn't contact me for an interview this week, I am going to be really distraught. Girls are already coming in to interview for my position at the fraternity. I went up to Chicago this weekend, I always have so much fun there. I was supposed to hang out with No Doubt after their concert at some club (damn that does not sound like my life) but I ended up getting wa-sted in Greektown instead. Ouzo, saganaki and Long Islands, what more could a good little Greek girl want? The pictures should be an interesting clue as to the events of the night. I did wake up with a peculiar mark on my a certain body part. Hmmmm.
Just layed around all day on Saturday, vegged with Mel, watched chick flicks (ENCINO MAN!) and waited for people to show up at Chris's apartment. Sig Ep sausage fest, I could get used to that. Good times. I ended up drinking a little wine, which knocked me out at 12. I fell asleep in the office and had weird dreams about Tori Spelling, her boob job, and the fact that is now a stripper at some underwater club. Wha wha what? I need help.
10.18.2002
Good lord. I had a rough night last night. And by rough I mean so so so so fun! I went to a cabaret. I love watching men prettier than me perform in glittery costumes. Too much fun! You know you had a fun night when 10+ gay men fondle your breasts. Gay men are wonderful. I like pretty boys... full lips, cute nose, doe eyes, sensitive, great fashion sense... essentially a gay man. They are so spunky and forward. One came up to me and said "Honey you are so beautiful" and kissed my cheek. I say "Yes, but I do nothing for you." He looked me over real quick and shook his head no. I think gay men like me because I am somewhat mannish. Tall, deep voice, strong features. Hmmm... So why in the hell can't a STRAIGHT guy come up to me and say "Honey, you are so beautiful??!!!???" So I rolled in at 4:30am, didn't set the alarm, woke up at 8:30 and was only 45 min. late. Of course, I look like shit. But oh well. So before Scuba Steve rolls into town , calls and is ready to go out tonight, I need some serious R&R and a shower. And food! God I want pizza! Good pizza... not Tombstone.
10.22.02
What a great weekend. Aren't they all lately? Each one is a bittersweet nugget, slowly ticking away like the time of my residence in Indianapolis. Ok, that made no sense, but I swear to God, I just fell down a flight of stairs. I am in pain, and I think a bunch of brain cells were crushed and rendered useless. I am still shaking... my hands are purple, my head is throbbing, my butt is soaked in Coca-Cola Classic, and I am feeling like the clumsiest doofus in the world. Ok, whew... breathe... yikes!
Friday night was as scandalous as Thursday. I went out to Broad Ripple with Steve, we ended up getting the notion of going to a strip club, because he had never been. So off we went! I had a great time, although it was the worst club I have ever been to. Lights were too bright, chicks not too cute or stacked, drinks too expensive... but I am glad little Scuba Steve could have that first sweet experience with me. We went to the IHOP the next morning... err... afternoon. Corn beef hash and eggs benedict. YUM! Bad service tho... but I'd be surly too, if I worked at the IHOP.
Megan came down for Saturday night. Her Jessi and I went to Chumley's and sat with Jon-Erik Viking Milan. That haircut STILL looks great! *pat on back* Kind of a chill night, it was nice.
Sheesh, I can't even think straight now... no witty anecdotes or anything. My journal writing skills have been clean knocked out of my head!
10.25.2002
Here is an e-mail I sent today.
OH JESSI! SCANDALDRAMARAMA!
Had SO MUCH FUN! Party was great, gay men sure know how to throw a damn good party. All kinds of tasty hors d' oeuvres, like baked brie... YUM! Good group of people, many from work. heard some side-splitting stories, did some Jell-O shots, hung out... Then we decided to head back to the Cabaret. FUN TIMES! T his one cutie-wootie that reminds me of Joey Komara, only cuter, if that is possible, was there. He is a bartender there, his boyfriend works the bar too. Well, I talked to him for awhile, told him how he reminded me of Joey, how I kissed Joey and found out he was gay the next day. How that broke my little heart. This guy kept hugging me, telling me how cute I was. Next thing you know, WE ARE KISSING! His boyfriend comes stalking over and POURS A DRINK ON ME!!!! It was so crazy. So Shane grabbed me and we left. When I got outside, kissy boy was out there crying. I felt so bad! HOME WRECKER. So we decided, Gee. let's go to another gay bar! So we did. Convinced this blond couple I was a guy again, but it took alot of convincing, which was nice. I don't think they still quite believed me. Well, here we go again, I start talking to this hottie (aren't they all?) He is from the region, so beautiful (why do I love gay men???) and we go dance, then HE STARTS KISSING ME!!! Is this NORMAL??? Do I have issues, or do they? They kiss me first! I don't know whether to be flattered or offended that gay men find me attractive! We didn't get back to Shane's until 3am, then I crawled into bed with his cutie roommate, the only gay male that did not try to get on me last night. So I am pretty hungover today. Again. My last day here... not emotional, this weather is making me sleepy as well. Don't know if I'll make it out after work, but I may feel better after I eat. Aren't you going to miss this? I am so going to miss the window popping up saying "You have a new message." It is always so exciting. WAH! Ok, now I am getting sad. Did I tell you I got a temp gig for next week? I think I did, but I erased lots of brain cells last night.
-Bethany Joy