Worky love

I love my job today. Avoa came in today brimming with happiness about her decision to shift most of her massage work over to our office, because of the awesome positive environment, and I really felt the love. The 3 of us stood around grinning like idiots before she offered up some free massages to us. Um, ok, that sounds good. I'll mosey over to work in the early afternoon that day and take a sauna first. Mmmmmm the good life.

Lookin forward to tonight. Looking fine, people on the street! Drink in that sunlight. I am wearing my green skirt, my dancing shoes, and my good legs. Check it out. You know you want it!

A Good Friday

Well color me a believer. I had been enjoying ragging on the Rhythm Society party all week, because in order to get into one of their parties (excuse me, "celebrations") you need to be indoctrinated beforehand by a member. And then there had been whisperings that audrey wouldn't be allowed into the indoctrination mtg, which royally pissed me off (and turned out just to be false information, she totally could have come), so I was all like, "Fuck this RS shit, if half my friends weren't DJing at the thing there's no way I would go." And I went to the meeting, which mostly consisted of my friends (we all know the same DJs), and had some pizza, and received some totally chill, sensible advice. Their parties are dry, so after the mtg F and I went out for a couple tasty beers at The Monks Kettle, and then headed over to the Unitarian Universalist Church.

Ok, first off, the party is held in a fucking church. Gorgeous, huge space, pristine wooden floors to run around on (no problem being barefoot), free run of the chapel and conservatory, and a beautiful courtyard in the middle of the 4 rooms of music and sanctuary. Second, I didn't meet anyone lame, as I had been led to believe RS members tended to be. Everyone was relaxed, and interesting, and liked to dance. It was a nice mix of people all being super respectful of the space. There were cozy corners and lamps and laser light shows everywhere. Lots of hanging gauze. Dozens of beds (not to mention hundreds of cushioned pews to lie down in if you so desired). A bunch of hugs from strangers at the door. A table constantly being refreshed with homemade food. Chai, tea, and coffee (remember, this was a dry party. We needed something to keep us awake, if we didn't want to ingest alternative substances). An opening ceremony that was not even close to being lame (we stood around for a bit making rain sounds, and it sounded great). The whole thing blew me away, and ran so smoothly. No one looked rushed, yet everything unfolded on time. Maybe there were some hidden folks getting stressed out, but none of it transferred to the public space. People took care of the bathrooms. It was all so comforting, and reminded me of something I can't quite remember. Ok, I admit it, I teared up a bit at the fiery god light show in the conservatory, chillin out from all the dancing in a pew, not waiting for anything to happen. Francisco danced more than he ever does. Usually he gets distracted by all the socializing, while I avoid socializing and focus on dancing, but this time he was so energized by the space (or our awesome friends' music) that he couldn't stop himself.

I am feelin good. Hey, no hangover! Dry parties, huh. I have a 3 day weekend and am fully prepared for it. I need to buy some makeup for our film shoot on Tuesday, because damn I have not bought makeup in about 5 years. I hear that Mac foundation is pretty good yeah? Crap, I do not know much about these things, but I gotta suck it up and shop sometime. My clothes are getting ratty as well. What is a girl to do....

Mental Mission is my new fake band name

I feel very clear today. Like the buckets of rain that have been drumming their way into bay area buildings. The Indian restaurant I went to for lunch had 2 or 3 buckets out to catch various leaks in the ceiling.

There doesn't seem to be much I can do yet to control my thoughts and emotions, but I am growing very aware of them. And slowly getting more aware of what is going on in others. Now that my mission to understand the emotional waves of others is standing obviously in front of me, I'm less distracted by fear and social awkwardness. It's good to have a social mission. And a mental mission.

Last night I was in a shitty mood, but then I came home to a party of Joe, Kris, Aimee and Tony huddled around a coffee table noshing on slices of lemon, grapefruit, spoonfuls of goat cheese, and slinging back guiness. There was a crazed look in their eyes as they invited us to join them and suck on a pill of miracle fruit extract. I didn't want to socialize because I was in such antisocial spirits, but decided to try it anyway. By the time the pill completely dissolved I'd entered a frenetic magical world where kid dreams come true. The goat cheese was un-fuckin-believable. We started putting it on top of cookies as a cheesecake-erific dessert. Plain sections of lime were also amazing. Miracle fruit, for those that haven't heard me or someone else rant about it already, modifies your sweet taste receptors so that they react to sour and perhaps bitter compounds. We tested out the sour spectrum pretty thoroughly, but I'd like to do more experimenting with bitter items, especially unsweetened chocolate, coffee, and IPA.

Tomorrow I don't have to work. I will go on a mind adventure. And do some yoga. I hope it rains again so I can stare out the window with the cats, being dry and cozy and wearing Francisco's slippers.
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