2001:November:5
11.5.2001

Listen, if you know I am hung over and you are going to eat breakfast with me, don't order fried eggs. Please. Eggs are stinky embriotic sacks.

I met the most stereotypical "blondes" on Sat. night, and Joey, I know they are your friends, but they were hilarious with their whispered gossip, inane comments, peurile cruelty and mini-dramas. It was like private school all over again, 'cept they were 30. They even jealously guarded their alchohol.

I went to a second party that night that was a trip in its own way. Someone invited Paris the hotsauce guy and he was way out of hand.

At a certain point there was a convergence of vomit as two people came from separate ends of the apartment with the need to barf, and both reached the bathroom door at the same time, except hot sauce guy got there a close second and had to be ushered to the roof.

I think it must be difficult to have a novelty profession like the guy who sells hotsauce in Kensington Market. He is always "hot sauce guy". What am I saying? In the world of radio, I am "internet girl."

I am in rough shape today. I had a nightmare that my mother died and it was so real, I woke up bawling hard. Took me ages to calm down. What creates that intensity of dreams? maybe it was the chicken wings over the world series.

Oh, yeah,a thoughtful article on Israel and stuff.




I flipped through the "pony" entry about my birthday party again, and I'm a little concerned.

I feel that while no names are mentioned, A. is "guilty by
association" by virtue of the fact that she's M's friend (no
accounting for taste). A. can be short-tempered and can sometimes be a handful, but I know her better than most and can say she's hardly the nasty, puerile and gossipy creature that M is. M might be catty towards K. out of some 3rd-grade concept of kinship with A., but A. bears no ill will towards K. or C.

The "Jealously Guarded Alcohol" that P. may have told you about looksdifferent from A and C.s perspective -- they told me he chewed them out for being too cheap to provide alcohol at their party. The truth, I suspect, lies somewhere in-between. They were suggesting that he ask the people who brought the vodka before helping himself, and he said he'd never heard of the "don't touch anyone's alcohol" rule from
our younger days (and refused to believe that such rules exist, which is the only time I've ever seen P. act like a bad American tourist). Yes, it's a cultural clash. Yes, it's a little high-school. But then again, they're being concerned for their guests. And they are looking at it from the perspective of people who don't make much more than minimum
wage (and even then, they spent a lot of money making sure everyone was well-fed). The whole situation could've been handled better by both sides. The resulting snarky remark about the alcohol made at my party is M's, not A's.

--Joey

Amazing how two sentences written in a snarky mood can create this much feedback. This non-incident has taken on an inflated proportion.
O.K, so I was asked to take this out, but after this spanking from Joey, I got a message from Joey's friend which was sweet and gracious and apologized for her friends's behaviour. It made me look bad and judgemental. Ouch! This woman has been nothing but really sweet to me. But this teaches me some lessons:
1)People are literal and don't let your subjective rantings be just that--subjective and therefore occassionally just a fleeting, mutable impression. (Hey, people actually read this! Long after I post it. But this is all part of the whole public-private dynamic that all bloggers grapple with [sic]--Look at me! Hey! why are you staring at me?)
2)I hate drama but sometimes I unwittingly feed it.
2.5)Some boys love drama and try to stir up shit so that they can create a heated dynamic, possibly as a substitue for sex.
3)Sometimes I exagerrate to get a good story (one encounter with dizzy blonde="blondes") This was one of those times.
BTW, I have nothing against blondes, per se, although I have known certain brunettes to be treacherous ;-P

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