So, I'm sittin' here at work. I just got here, and I'm already a little bored. I guess that's the price you pay when you work for/with your family. You don't meet anyone new, or at least, I don't, because I have my own office with no windows way in the back of the building, and the only people who walk by are people getting X-ray'd or going to the bathroom. Yay, how about I start a conversation with one of them?? "Hey, I know you've gotta take a piss, but could you talk to me for a moment? I'm bored." Good one.
The love interest previously blogged about has been dumped, which is super. No broken hearts, none of that 'I wish he was here' bullshit. Plain and simple, we broke up and its all good. Kind of fun while it lasted, but mostly not. He was a douche full of bullshit and mainly pissed me off. The only thing that really pisses me off about the whole affair is that I had sex with him, and now I don't have anyone to have sex with. Kind of a bummer to have it for a little while and now not at all, but then again, it is spring, and I'm sure I'll meet someone new.
My sister and I with a new friend Muhammad went to a hookah bar last weekend. I'd never been, and the only thing I've ever smoked out of a hookah wasn't fruit or tobacco... Anyways, it was really cool. Its kind of like inhaling vaporized sweet tea. Quite pleasant. The only downfall was that the bar was near Pioneer Square, and it was a Saturday, and the people who filled the bar were all youngin's who couldn't get into a real bar. It made me feel kind of old, but whatev. The music was cool, the belly dancer was goregous(!!!) and the baklava was delicious. Good times were had by all.
Oh! Before we went out with Muhammad, my sister and I saw this kind of indie movie called Kinky Boots. It was absolutely hilarious, touching, funny and wonderful, all at the same time. I'm going to buy it when it comes out. I'm also going to ruin the plot line for you right now. It was about this guy who inherits a shoe factory from his dad, who promptly dies in the beginning of the film. He learns that the factory is going under and that he will be forced to sell it unless he comes up with some killer shoe design. To make a long story shorter, he meets this transgender woman who owns a nightclub. (Could someone clarify something for me? The character is a man dressing as a woman, so I'm correct in labeling him a woman, because that's what he dresses as, right? I'm not up to date with etiquite concerning transgendered people, so help me out.) Anyways, they invent/make/create some stripper-esque thigh-high boots that can hold the weight of a man with stiletto heels to save the factory. He ends up dumping his bitchy old fiance who wanted him to sell the factory and falls for the spunky factory worker girl who helps him save it. Great story, and it all ends in a big bang at the shoe show in Milan with a big song and dance routine. On another note, I wish I had Lola's lips. There isn't a scene in the movie where her big beautiful black lips are not glossed and goregous.
We also ran into some sort of bike, as in bicycle, ralley/protest while downtown. These bikers were kicking the shit out of some poor guy in a car. They were doing all sorts of mean stuff; spitting his car, trying to break his windows, lifting their bikes and scratching the shit out of his paint, etc. We didn't find out why they were doing this, but I hope someone somewhere was justified. It was pretty crazy. I have some photos.
Sometime later...
Yeah, so I've been trying to add some photos to this blog from our sisterly Seattle trip of goodness, but I'm lame and can't seem to get any to load properly. Grrrrr. I feel stupid, but I'll figure it out eventually and post them later I guess.
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