I need some extrication some time soon. This weekend changed everything. Thursday? Intense. Friday? Intense. Last night? You guessed it. Intense. It has been a great weekend- better than most- it just changed everything. I'm confused and I'm anxious and I'm exhausted. I have a lot to contemplate.
Currently, I need to contemplate in my sleep.
I have two parties that I am definitely going to on Saturday night... I'm just not quite sure how to pull it off. Fortunately they are only three miles apart. One party will be filled with cute boys. The other party will probably be filled with even MORE cute boys... but they are off limits. That's what I get for dating three of those punks in a two month period. Whatever. I'm done with cute boys, ugly boys... boys in general. My heart's just been bored lately.
In other news, I got back from a job interview not too long ago. It was for an architectural product distributor. Sounds pretty lame, but I think I would enjoy working there. They have only been around for about 6 years, so it's a relatively new company. New companies are fun to work for. You have a lot of say in how to get things done because they're still trying to figure out the most efficient way to do things. There's also a lot of room for growth. It was a very successful interview and I feel really good about it, but that apparently means nothing. I have become very confident in interviews and surprisingly have more experience than I realized, but I can't change the fact that I'm so young. Oh well. Who needs money, anyway? I pride myself in my ability to last almost two months without a paycheck. Funds are getting low, though, and rent is creepin' up. I'm sure I'll figure it out.
Oh, so, ya know how my toe got destroyed on St. Patrick's Day? Well, it somehow got worse. After limping around for a week, it felt pretty much healed. Of course, any gash can easily get infected when you climb around the green belt while drinking tequila all day. Yep. On Monday I spent the day climbing hills and treading through water practically barefoot. I stubbed my toe dozens of times. Tequila has a tendency to mask the pain. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but when I woke up on Dunny's couch Tuesday morning, my toe was oozing and throbbing with pain.
Oooozing.
I limped around all day and then trekked to Town Lake Tuesday night for a secret island show! We transported via canoe to an island on the lake and listened to some blue grass music. It was an awesome time and it made me truly appreciate this city, but a lot of dirt and open toed shoes were involved- making yesterday pretty painful. I was forced to keep my foot elevated at all times, which made walking quite difficult. Any time I so much as put my foot on the ground, intense pain would rush to my toe. It feels better today (at least good enough to allow me to wear heels to my interview), but the complete toe nail is falling off and there is ooziness everywhere.
It's really quite lovely.
Why did St. Patrick's Day have to be yesterday? I desperately needed to be productive today.
What began as a low key girl's night with Meg quickly turned into a booze filled night of havoc with all the boys. We went to see Gogol Bordello at Stubb's (which was a-MA-zing). There, I pretty much got destroyed. I made the mistake of moving up in the crowd as close to the stage as possible- while wearing heels. My feet got stomped on 17 million times. It took my big toe 15 minutes to finally stop bleeding. The medic wouldn't even give me a band-aid because it wasn't going to stay on, so we took matters into our own hands... [yes I was limping around downtown like that- it's quite pathetic.]
So much live music. So much free booze. So very little sleep.
What a week! I was drinking downtown yesterday from 4pm to 4am. Kind of ridiculous. We spent about 7 hours at the Pure Volume party, though. That means I was drinking an endless supply of free red bull and vodka for a good 7 hours. I got pretty wired. AND dehydrated, unfortunately, which explains why I'm home in bed right now and not having more SXSW fun like I had planned. I'm not used to drinking energy drinks in large doses! My bed ridden self has had a difficult time moving around today. Any time I would so much as shift my body position, my heart rate would sky rocket. I figured I should take it easy tonight and get ready for a REdiculous weekend.
Here are some pictures:
Time for water. And sleep.
