1-21-2011

It's almost 1.30pm and I am still in bed. haha This break has made me incredibly lazy. My room is a mess, I have work clothes that need to washed, I should probably work out and I have to go out and buy new shoes for work. Yet the thought of putting on clothes disgusts me. I have literally spent the day watching films, again.

Work was so slow last night. I had, maybe, five tables. :( Luckily, my manager let me leave early and I traveled to Brooklyn to do some karaoke with friends.

I sang a song this time.

Big steps here, ladies and gentlemen. Yes, I sang a song and my first karaoke song at the Alligator Lounge was *drum roll*: Let's Go Crazy. 

Which leads me to my next train of thought - Prince at Madison Square.

Fucking. Amazing.

I love that he knows he's the shit and can walk around in light-up sneakers and a shirt with his face on it, and be insanely sexy at the same time. Literally the first thing he did was walk to the piano and just stand on top of it taking in all the applause and cheers. He then sat and started playing When the Doves Cry, and stopped, saying "I'VE GOT TOO MANY HITS." This concert was everything I expected it to be and more. Thank you, Prince. I now know what it's like to be around greatness. And it's hot stuff. I only hope that next time I see you in concert, you will pull me on stage, like you did with Leighton Meester and Jimmy Fallon, and sing me a song. If you need help deciding on what song that should be, two words: Purple Rain.

And thank you, parents, for the best Christmas gift ever. And for getting me a seat that had me surrounded by big black men screaming like teenage girls every time Prince started a new song. Going out for food and drinks with them afterwards and hearing their stories about having seen Prince in concert every decade he's been around was a beautiful moment for all of us involved. Also, Chris will never get his cds back. Ever.

Tonight I am going out with a gaggle of gays, so let's hope I will remember some parts of the night when I wake up tomorrow. Actually, getting back home is my number one goal. Everything else will just be a bonus. 

Good.

1-18-11

Tonight I will be completing a life goal of mine. Tonight I will see Prince.

Live. 

Madison Square Garden. 

His Purpleness and I will be in the same place for a glorious two hours. I really can't contain my excitement. EEEE!!!!!

Not only will I be checking this off on my list of life goals, but I'm hoping that this will bring in the new start I need to this year. Begin it off with an epic moment of epic proportions. I feel like I'm slowly regaining my life again after I kinda lost it for a couple of weeks. I'm tired of being in a rut, and it's time for a change. And, yes, I do believe Prince can help with that. I mean, the shopping spree I had in Victoria's Secret helped a lot ... :P

Work has been interesting. A lot of people are leaving or being fired ... yet I'm still there. And I am horrible at my job. So, I'm just surprised I haven't been fired yet. haha Last night was crazy for a Monday night, and there were only two of us on the floor, but that just meant that I made a good amount in tips last night. Woo!

I am definitely ready for school to start again. I can't wait to see everyone and catch up on the past two months. :) Also, very curious/nervous about the new groups we will be in. I've had crazy dreams about it, and about how everyone is in the best group and I'm stuck in the weak group with the alcoholics, players, and plain idiots. Oh dear ... I don't want that to happen. I am impatient and I want to know now.

Also: planning a trip to Philly for next week. Reason #1354 why I need my manager to give me a permanent schedule. Ugh.

Since the Last Time ...

Something I can't handle well: Death. What happened to Erik has made me sick to the point that I haven't been able to eat since Wednesday. I thought being at work would take my mind off of it, and it did, but everything built up into an emotional craze and it all came out last night. The last thing I wanted to do after my shift was go back to my room and be alone, so I went to the bar in Midtown and hung out with the people there. I didn't even realize they were closing till the lights came on, but I couldn't get myself to leave. So I made a complete fool of myself, which just made all of it worse. I then found myself walking around the city crying to my mom on the phone for about an hour telling her that I didn't want to be here at all and I just wanted to be home ... but that can't happen. I've been in bed all day, numb. I finally sat up about 15 minutes ago after talking to Chris. That's been the extent of my day - lonely, sad and in dire need of an escape. The thought of someone so nice, so talented, so smart, so young, now dead is ...

I just don't understand why someone with so much to live for had to go, while others of us, who haven't done much, are still here.