in which jenni is sad about not having time to write it all down.

As usual,

If I wait for sufficient time to do a substantial recap of my life in recent days, it will just keep accumulating daily until I give up and post:

Here’s the quick-n-dirty. Yeah, I said dirty.

I’ve been asked to work on Patty Wetterling’s senate-campaign website for 2008. That’s pretty damn awesome, methinks! I’m not sure what I’m doing on it yet, but it seemed really silly to turn it down. I’m up for anything that might lessen the influence of the encroaching red states.

We had Bertine’s birthday party Friday night. She’s nigh-unto-30 now. There was dinner with Wendy, Jon, Ellie, and Jeremy at ye olde Luce, and then partying afterwards at Herkimer with too many people to list. A bunch of the regulars, and several of her coworkers.

I cannot tell the stories here, unfortunately. It’s way too long, way too wrong, way too damn funny. Fast-forward to the end of the story where Bertine is passed out in my bed, Chloe is spooning me, I’m unable to sleep because it’s too hot and I’m pissed as hell at the dude on my couch who couldn’t keep his hands to himself after he ‘helped me bring her home’.

As you may know, I live by rules. One of those rules is:

do not
fucking touch me
in my own home
without my express invitation to do so

mother
FUCKER.

Deep breath!

I took her to the airport at 7am. I came home and slept for a couple hours. I got up and walked to the brunching with the boy. We came back from the brunching and made a not-too-serious attempt to watch Donnie Darko on my computer. We totally failed, in a quite spectacular and memorable way. Hahaha.

That evening, I went to see Seether and Audioslave at Roy Wilkins (‘the Roy’, dude). Some notes:

1 These two bands together = pure lust

2 Seether channels Nirvana even moreso than before. Their set was way too short, though.

3 We were all about the edge of the mosh pit. It’s like all the violence, without the greater risk of injury.

4 I’ve never been so close to Chris Cornell. I almost got drool on him.

5 Audioslave ended with two unplanned songs, one of which was ‘Killing in the Name’. The place just blew up. It was the best concert moment I’ve ever had. We were all jumping around and slamming into each other and screaming. It was beautiful.

6 Having seen both Soundgarden and Rage Against the Machine (not to mention Nirvana) in that same room, it was kinda perfect. Sigh!

Sunday morning, I went to breakfast with Kaye and her mom at some weird place that only St Paul could muster. I mean, the kind of place you’d find in an interstate town in middle-of-nowhere Missouri, and also in St Paul. I admit I’m starting to have an appreciation for the lesser twin. Let’s just keep this secret to ourselves, ok?

Kaye’s mom said ‘strap-on’ at breakfast. I kind of want her to meet my mother.

Sunday afternoon was wonderful and relaxing and all those superlatives I conjure too often. I spent part of it curled up on the couch in the sun with my cats (who I acknowledge are never, ever going to be trained to stay off the furniture again). I made a packing and shopping list for the trip Sunday (we leave at 6pm), I drank my coffee, I read the Budapest travel guide and nearly passed out at the part about the mineral baths (Bertine, do NOT forget your bathing suit, unless you want old Hungarian ladies ogling your ass), and I knitted. I think I’m knitting a xmas present for someone. That’s too big a step for me to wrap my mind around at the moment, though, so we’ll just let it go.

My seester and I went to see Chicken Little, which was surprisingly cute. I renewed my declaration to see Walk the Line before I leave town, or I will die. Seriously. We also walked around Uptown in the way-too-cold (specifically avoiding the lake, which had WHITECAPS), and I thought I was getting sick again because my ears hurt so much.

I have a new cross-the-way neighbor in the next building. I can see right into his place, and he into mine. The blinds stay open everywhere but the bedroom. So we’ve been completely nonsubtly watching each other this week. Tonight it was his turn: I noticed him standing there staring as I went about the business of chaining the door and turning off lights and piling up dishes; I thought about waving, but I didn’t. I think I’m going to have to start wearing clothes more regularly, because he seems to be home a lot more often than the last girl. Dammit.

I had an idea about how I’m going to answer your many submitted questions. Remind me to get on that, please. I’m full of great ideas, and running on empty as far as the time-thing goes.

T-Mobile tells me my supposedly temporary $35 phone is actually triband, so it’ll work in Europe. They switched on international service for me. I’m SO excited about that. It’s good to have in case of emergencies, and also I’m totally posting photos on Flickr if that works as well. Don’t expect me to answer if you call, though. It’s expensive!

I have so many little anecdotes about people and things, I wish I had time to write it all. It’s like magic some days. I feel like a little kid, all wonderment and grins. Like this is some giant impressionist piece that’s going to add up to something incredible in the end. I dunno. I’m totally rambling now.

And sleepy.

The things I forgot here, I will summon posthaste, and you will definitely hear from me at least once more before I report to tourist-duty in former Soviet-occupied territories.

Night!
Jenni