Are you tired of seeing me type ‘Antipodean’ yet? Well too fucking bad.
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Category Archives: Awkward
Persistently Psst’d At
I was standing in front of Abe’s firm (sans Abe) waiting to cross the street when some dude on a bike went, “Psst” at me while riding by across the street. My first thought was gross, but then he kept doing it! He rode a couple more yards, psst’d again, then rode some more, and psst’d again. I’m not usually one to draw unwanted attention from men, unless it’s racist, and this is definitely the first time I’ve been repeatedly whispered at from a man on a bicycle, casually riding away whilst psst’ing. After his second psst I got a little bit nervous that he would turn his bike around and follow me to the gravel laden parking lot, which had become dark and ominous at this point. It’d be just my luck to have a bike bell ring behind me and scare the bejesus out of me.
So, if you’re in Mountain View alone in the dark, watch out for this man:
Sad.Sigh Down Under – Part 5
11.19.08 – Bondi
That’s pronounced Bon-Dye, you Yankees.
In the morn, prior to boarding the free shuttle from our Central City hostel to the one in Bondi, which is a suburb of Syndey on the beach, I needed caffeine like a mother, and went straight to the… you guessed it, Starbucks. The reasoning behind this American superiority and consumerism is that is nigh impossible to find a decent cup of coffee anywhere else in Sydney. You can only get cappucino & other espresso drinks. When you ask for coffee, the typical response is ‘what kind?’. This has resulted in me being undercaffeinated a lot. Boo.
So, we boarded the shuttle, (really, a rickety VW Eurovan), and headed toward the Bondi YHA, where, of course, being a beach community in a beautiful country, it was cloudy. Sigh. Given that we had some time to kill before we could actually check in, I finally called AT&T and had those assholes switch my service over. They had to go through the whole credit check including asking me awkward questions about my past.
After we’d checked in, eaten, and relaxed a bit, we took a walk to the beach. Bondi, as you’ll see by the picture, is very much like Santa Cruz, except everyone is beautiful, and there is a dearth of white dreads.
CBD – Update V
Went on my first Crazy Blind Date last week.
It was fun. We met at Flatiron Lounge, (a butt-ass expensive bar in the Flatiron, natch), and we shook hands, got a seat at the bar, and I got a Scotch. Usually a signifier of a good evening.
Here’s the thing. I’ve already pretty much come to the conclusion that Asian Dudes just don’t do it for me, but I’d thought I’d be open minded, and keep them on my criteria list. While this wasn’t a huge mistake, it certainly wasn’t the best idea as, upon meeting the dude, I thought, ‘Oh… this isn’t going to work’. This was further conflated when he proceeded to start talking about his parents, (w/in the first 10 minutes), and just how Asian-y they were. This was followed by soliciations of information about Millie and Sing, my own gay brother, my theater company, (he was an actor, another thing that I’ve sworn off), my coming out history, and the words ‘well, I should just marry you now’. (My reaction: *nervous laughter* ‘Awkward.’) Continue reading
How I Know I’m Really Unhappy
…I just applied for a job in West Virginia.
But it’s 25% European travel. So that’s OK right? I’d just have to be based in West Virginia. Right? RIGHT?!