The chick of the flock

Hello, friends.

So, I have picked up a second job to earn extra cash for summatime funness. I did this because sometimes I don’t always have funds for fun in the summa. Get it? It’s a pretty sweet gig which entails me working at a salon for about 5 hours on Saturdays. I also filled in for a friend babysitting last night So, that is how I spent my Saturday – hung over, working at a salon and then babysitting. So today, I will sit in my bed for as long as I want!

Which brings me to the adventures of Friday night. I went to a good friends going away party – very sad. What should have been a fun party was turning into one of those awkward engagements. I didn’t really want to be there, I was hung over from the night before, had just started my period and everyone there was being very clicky – making it hard to just walk up to people and say “hi.”

Then, I was adopted by a flock of gay men. Around 3am, they kidnapped me and took me to a gay bar. I did the expected straight girl things, ie bought them a round of shots, danced, held their hands and flirted. Then, around 4:30, I decided it was time to get out of there.

It is sort of eerie, but at the same time peaceful, walking through the city at that time of night. Of course, I stopped at Clark Dog and fell asleep just in time to wake up to go to my second job. Whoo.

My new hood

Hmmmm. So much time has gone on. So much time has passed. Life has changed in a lot of really little ways. But who cares about that? The thing that I am realizing, as I become more and more comfortable in my twenty-something skin, is that it never stops – changing, that is. As a kid, you always think of “adulthood” as a destination. Like a trip that everyone has to take – one that you can never return from. The constant evolution is very intriguing to me. Not all adults are smart or good or have aged wisely. There is a choice to be made everyday. Will I be the person I want to be? Will I be good? Not just on the personal, do you really need that Chipotle way, but on the “goodness of mankind” level. Will I changes lives today?

The thing is, it is hard.

I don’t know what I expected – a parade or possibly a party to welcome me into my new “hood.” It didn’t happen. As an adult, you throw your own parties and, at mine, there will be dancing!