The 4th of July

July 5th, 2009

Here is my missed connection ad, posted this morning to craigslist:

You drove my drunk ass home - w4w - 29 (Winter Park)

Reply to: pers-ayzqr-1254253985@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Date: 2009-07-05, 11:39AM EDT

You: I don’t really remember, actually. You are a taxi driver, that much I know. I also feel reasonably certain that you are a woman. After that, I’ve got nothing.

Me: Drunk girl in a long paisley print summer dress. I have dark hair and bangs (except we’re supposed to be calling that a “fringe” now, but I digress). I thought I looked pretty awesome when the night started, but I suspect that was no longer the case by the time I was in your taxi. I was probably really annoying and I left my phone in the taxi after promising to run upstairs and bring you back another dollar, since you drove me home for free. Why did you do that? Is it special for the 4th of July or something?

Anyway, of course I passed out as soon as I was in the door. On the couch, in fact. But now that I’m up and stuff, I would really like to have my phone back. It’s red and white and it slides. It’s a Samsung Propel, if you want to get technical about it, but if you’re reading this, you probably already know what I’m talking about, because as far as I could tell, you weren’t drunk.

I will give you $20 if you return my phone, or arrange for me to come and get it. By “it” I mean the phone only, because this is, after all, the personals section.

  • Location: Winter Park
  • it’s NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

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Work In Progress

May 16th, 2009

…utter “check,” utter “check?”

It’s only half past ten, what to do, what to do?  Mills on Wills? Millsonwills.  That’s still about as far as I am willing to venture alone.  There’s no way I’d go all the way downtown by myself.  If I lived downtown it would be a different story–I’ll go anywhere in my own neighborhood by myself: bars, restaurants, all that, no matter who the crowd is, so although part of my reluctence is social phobia, it’s not the deciding factor.

It’s the driving, the parking, the walking, the drinking, the driving/leaving of the car.  Cars are supposed to represent and provide freedom, right?  Our whole country is built around the assumption that everyone will get a car.  Why do we have a federally subsidized interstate highway system instead of an intricate and efficient rail and bus system built around walking communities?  I can’t go downtown because I don’t want to lug my damn car all the way down there and back.  

To be continued with:  Henry Ford, lobbies to the Federal lawmakers, deal making, Adolf Hitler, and the ripple effect.

What can a person do?

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A Trip to the Mall and More

May 7th, 2009

Last night I had to go to the mall to get my step-dad a birthday gift. It wasn’t very very difficult, for the most part I just ignored the clothes and shoes. There was a little sweater dealie at Kenneth Cole that I liked, and some butts in the Guess window that made me want stuff, but overall it was fine.  I just kept my head down and remained focused on my mission.

I also put together a new outfit, which I wore to the mall, and I felt good about that. I’ll manage a picture and put it in this post sometime in the near future. The conundrum is that I don’t want to be in the outfit when I take the picture, and I do no have a dressmaker’s dummy.  My friend does, but I don’t think they look that good in jeans.  Also, she uses it a decoration, not to actually make dresses, and I think asking to borrow it or dress it would be like asking someone if you can dress up their couch and take pictures of it.

Although I blew off the possibility of a datey-thing last night, I was in the mood to socialize and have a drink or four. I just didn’t feel like Auditioning. I considered going to the famous Wind Down Wednesday, but again, I wasn’t up for feeling conspicuous and judged. In fact, I think that rather than try to get over my fear of doing stuff like that, I will just accept the fact that if I don’t enjoy doing it, there’s a good chance I would not enjoy the people I’d meet there.  What would be the point of engaging in an activity you don’t enjoy in order to meet people?  Wouldn’t you just meet people who like stuff that you don’t like?  So I went to Will’s. Gotta love Will’s. Will’s on Mills, an institution.  I chose the right barstool, too. The guy I spent almost three hours talking to was cute, interesting, 34, a musician, unemployed, had a horrible name, and taken. But he did tell me my outfit was awesome, I was hot and smart, and that I should not settle.

I don’t think we have to worry about that.

 

P.S.  I really do not want to go to work.

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