Yeah, so my brother “ran away.” In typical Mel-fashion, he got in his car, drove out west, called my sister from New Mexico, and did the whole “Hey, I’m almost to Phoenix…” speech. Pretty sweet. Made me wish I didn’t have a mortgage so he could have picked me up along the way.
There was a bit of good news last week for me (finally). I got the internship I really wanted. So, I’ll be a part of the marketing/PR department of a large organization here in Cleveland. VERY cool. Very, very cool. I know it’s just a stepping stone, and I still don’t have a paying job, but I feel as if it’s a move in the right direction. So, I have that and school right now keeping me busy (along with a lot of big writing projects I’ve been working steadily on). Mid-term time. Yeah!
Friday started with an email with the subject: Bad News… and reads as follows:
Ladies,
I spoke with Pauly today (the owner of the Kenilworth). Apparently, the beer on tap is ice cold and the shots are already chilling for us.
Damn our luck. Oh well, I guess we’ll have to tough this one out.
We had our friends from Florida in town and did our share of mingling at the K-hole Friday night. It was a really fun and relaxing night out: Caught up with old friends, made some new friends, chatted up a local actor, made way too many random drunk-text-messages to Philly Steak (with a return voice mail with him singing “ooh, Baby I Love Your Way”) *melt*, shouldn’t-have-done that shot of Jameson, and ham-n-swiss-on-rye…
And then, a boring weekend of “emergencies” consumed me. I had to miss my football game. I missed out on my tattoo night on Saturday — Although I did make a FANTASTIC italian sausage pasta sauce Sunday night. Then, I finally slept last night (in my bed, nonetheless) after spending a week on my couch with grossly enfuriating insomniatic episodes… and repeated re-runs of CSI.
Vegas, sweet. Two weeks and counting!
