Having some time alone finally got me to do some much needed things that I otherwise wouldn't have had the time to do. The first thing on my list was to revive an old computer and bring it back to life. It was easier than expected and I got it up and running upgraded to WinXP no less. However, I had to switch hard drives as I did botch up the original drive with the operating system on it because I downloaded some upgrades that fucked it up - we know how that goes. Now, I just need to install the Service Paks and it should be ready to go.
Saturday night was a foray into the former life that I once knew. Caught the tail end of the Yankees/Mariners game with some friends and took a late night start to a long night in a dark smokey club with a gin and tonic in hand. The velvet rope was at work at Opium with about 3 or 4 surley door men/bouncers in suits looking like the Mafia. One of our guys was already behind the rope, working the club and was trying to get us in through the front of the line, free of charge. But the surley guys didn't want our group in, told us to get into the line, and the line was beginning to snake down and around the Forum Shops at Ceasar's Palace. Finally our guy got his friend the DJ to come out and let us in. Surley Man #1 was an unhappy camper blurting out in a pained, deep voice, "IDs please!" Inside: thumping dark halls and scantily clad women in platform boots dancing on bar counter tops and ledges. Similarly scantily clad women and men in tight apparel were working the room in full club gear, a lot of chit-chat going on - sort of like a networking session. It looked to me like people trying to close deals and make the sale with a lot of drink buying going on before the night was over. Exchange business cards, with the old adage, "I'll give you a call". I'd forgotten the ludicrous price of mixed drinks, and the ridiculous banter being yelled above the music. Certainly isn't a place for talk, but for dancing, so dance we did until early morning into next day's hangover. I'm no longer equipped to do this sort of thing, takes a toll on the old ticking body; yes, age happens.
Did some reading: Craig Thompson's Blankets, which I agree with the blurb was "...painfully honest". A coming of age story that illustrates the trials and tribulations in a young boy's life. There's a lot of saddness in it, yet a lot of strength and coming through the plague of peer pressure, ostracisim, and a less than normal home life. Makes one think how much of it is Craig's own; where reality leads to fiction, and where fiction ends and makes its way back to his reality. A good and interesting read, though I wouldn't own it, which is why I LOVE the public library.
I'm itching to see Lost in Translation which sounds less vapid than anything else out at the moment, except for maybe Kill Bill. I'm also awaiting the marathon screening of LOTR, though I highly doubt I would spend 10 hours to view all three in a row. One a week would suit me fine, just to keep things fresh and in the moment before the final Return of the King.
Another Monday, and I'd rather be home reading, or watching movies instead of figuring out how to afix header lights to a booth and create new graphics for it. Now that I have all this time on my hands, there's too many things I want/need to do and I still don't seem to have enought time. Rationing.
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