Friday February 13, 2009

I have to open at work this morning. That means I have to be there by 5:00 AM, calling for a 4:00 AM wake-up call (alarm), in turn, turning me into a very angry and moody son of a bitch (I'm not a morning person). Still half asleep, I get ready for work: eat, shower, brush teeth, contemplate jumping out the window, etc. This all concludes with me getting into my car, firing up a smoke, and pondering the many possible reasons that the store needs to be open at 5:30 AM, the most logical being that whoever works upstairs obviously has no fucking life and possibly grew up on a farm where waking up at 5:00 AM is considered "sleeping in." I don't care how many southerners and old people are able to get up at 4:00 AM with no problem, the fact of the matter is that I'm a somewhat young suburban white male who lives the dream of every young suburban white male (late nights, drunkenness, fornicating with loose women) and, when the smoke all clears, I LIKE MY FUCKING SLEEP!!!

I get to work about ten after (the place doesn't open until 5:30 and we don't get our first customer until almost 6:00 anyway, so fuck getting there on time), grab the newspapers outside the door, head inside and brew up all the coffee (half of which will be consumed by me within the first hour).

Like always, the first half hour is dead, and the next hour is filled with minimal customers, so I have nothing but coffee and sheer will power to keep me awake (neither of which work for me). I read the paper, do the daily sudoku puzzles from each one (there are three) and just bomb around the place looking for any random activity that can keep my interest until I leave at 10:00 AM.

After what seems like a ten hour morning, I finally get to cruise shortly after 10:00. It's still early, so I decide to hit up McDonald's breakfast on the ride home. I devour my bacon egg and cheese bagel and hashbrown during the car ride home and ignore the coffee because it tastes like balls (I've been spoiled with good coffee after working at the Bou for 3+ years).

Once at home, I throw my sweatpants back on, check my e-mail and update the diary. I give my mom a call to let her know that I don't think that my mono scare is anything to worry about anymore because I was feeling much better and it must have just been that I was abnormally tired and stressed out for the last week or so. I throw in X2 (because I just watched the first X-Men movie the other night) and crashed within the first ten minutes.

I wake up around 3:00 to a call from Stin informing me that him and Mary were coming over in a bit (my friends don't really "ask" to come over, they more so just let me know "when" they're coming). I decide that a four hour nap was pretty damn good for a pick-me-up to get me through the night, so I get up and cook myself up a frozen pizza for lunch. I inhale the fucker and head into my room to work on the re-writes for the screenplay.

I only get about ten minutes into re-writes when I am distracted by my acoustic guitar sitting in the corner of my room. I decide that it's time to unwind with a personal jam session. This definitely goes on a lot longer than it should have and before I know it, it's going on 6:00. I put down the guitar and now have absolutely zero motivation to do re-writes (just the mentality that a first-time filmmaker should enter into the business with).

I cruise out to the living room to watch some t.v. and wait for Stin and Mary to show up. There isn't shit on t.v. except for re-runs of That 70's Show. I mildly entertain myself watching the show for an hour or so before Stin and Mary get there. They come in, we crack a few brewskis and channel surf for awhile.

We finally land on Batman Returns which none of us have seen in years, so we settle for that one. Stin gets a call from his mom awhile later informing him of his cousin's 21st birthday party going on just up the block from my house. She invites us all over for the gathering, which is awesome because Stin's family parties are sometimes better than any party we've ever thrown here. Steinhaus is home from school for the weekend, so we shoot a call over to him and invite him along.

I jump in the shower and pick out some pimp clothes from my wardrobe for the event. Stein shows up not too long after and we head on out to the party (we walk because it's so close).

The party is awesome. Everyone's already been doing a little bit of boozin' for the last hour, so by the time we get there it's easier to fit in and initiate conversation. They order a handful of pizzas (my 2nd pizza meal for the day) and we just sit around drinking beer and wine and bullshitting about anything and everything.

We chill for a few hours and we decide to head back over to my place where we can finish off the night. Me, Stin, Mary, Stein, Stin's cousins and his sister (who ironically went to high school with my brother and Hart) all head back to my house. We pick up a thirty-case on the way home and get down to business.

Back at home, we all congregate around the dining room table playing cards and drinking more beer. Stin's sister and his younger cousin cruise around 11:30. Me, Stin, Mary, Stein and Stin's cousin, Laura (birthday girl), all continue playing cards.

Everyone cruises around 1:00 AM because I have to get up ass-early again in the morning for work. Just as they are walking out the door, Tool, V, Hart, Shimon and Litwicki all come stumbling in after being out at the bars for V's birthday (I skipped the invitation due to lack of money). I inform them that I'm heading to bed, causing a chain reaction of insults for not being "manly enough" to stay up and party (I'm sure you know what words were being thrown around). Part of me almost gives in and stays up for a few more drinks, but my conscious gets the better of me and I decide to call it a night before I make my morning worse than it's already going to be.

I cruise into the bathroom, take a leak and brush my teeth. I throw on my sweatpants and continue watching X2 until I pass out.