snow day

i'm dreaming of a white wall street...

yep. it's pissing it down, in that angry-yet-floaty way that only city snow can muster. and we're getting a great view of is, so strongly ensconced up here on the nineteenth floor. it's like we're right in the middle of it. it's beautiful. it makes me wish i had a window.

eight inches today, people, EIGHT INCHES!

of snow, that is.

i'm very, very tempted to take a snow day tomorrow if it sticks, and go sledding and build snowmen and make snow angels out in prospect park. yeah.

anyway.

if any of you have been keeping up with this one's diary, you will undoubtedly know that the consensus has come down with the verdict that last night's was, actually, the best show i've ever done. still far from perfect, but definitely a personal best. i whooped, i hollered, i moaned lasciviously (during the britney song, thanks), i bounced and screamed and trilled. a grand old time, indeed. i was reassured that i do, in fact, have the very best groupies ever. really and truly. and, as ful pointed out, i did get a chance to flirt with that boy named leo that performed after i did. too bad he wasn't as interesting as he is cute. law student. felt it necessary to say "oh, you're such a baby!" upon finding out how old i am.

i swear, i'm going to start telling people i'm twenty six. seriously.

oh well. but, my conversation with him did prompt the bartender to sort of spirit me aside at one point, after i'd put on my sweater because i was cold: "you're not leaving, are you?" "not yet. just kind of cold.""okay. but, when you do, don't leave with that guy. really. i've been instructed not to let you go home with him.""that's sweet. thanks. and don't worry. i will be leaving this bar solo." but then he had to end the conversation with this: "yeah, if you leave this bar with anyone, it should be with me, not that piece of shit."

and i'm not sure how i feel about that at all.

i think i'm just going to giggle over it. i think that's really the best thing to do. just like i did when my cel phone rang. twice. during the set. yes, mine. the performer was the big idiot who forgot to turn off her phone. go on, giggle, it's funny.