i found myself vacuuming doug's place with bruce this morning at 10am. it took a little bit longer than we planned, bruce vacuumed the 2nd floor while i cleaned the filter and did some minor sweeping duties, then we switched off when we moved down to the 1st floor. outside, men were pruning trees, then feeding the branches into a wood chipper. we were finally done at 1:30pm. i went home, took a shower, then threw all my clothes into the wash again. i had pizza rolls for lunch and waited for my hair to dry. that's when joel showed up at my place, apparently it was his day off today. it was a quick visit, he left after using the bathroom.

i somehow found myself invited to amy's celebration over getting an interview for that teaching program she applied to two weeks ago (i was amongst the select few who first heard the good news, via instant messaging). i took a brief nap before she arrived to pick me up, then going over to renata's place on the other side of cambridge to pick up renata and to switch cars (there was too much stuff in the backseat of amy's car), then driving down to brighton to pick up amy's office friend lori, a saucy redhead who reminded us all of karen walker (megan mullally) on will & grace, in voice and demeanor. we stopped to pick up some pastries (from some famous place in brookline, the name of which escapes me at the moment) before driving down to roslindale, to briefly stop off at the house party of amy and lori's coworker ruth. ruth's husband andrew was there (who reminded me of a rutger hauer), and their friends alex and meredith (sorry, that might not've been her name, but afterwards none of us could remember it). alex delighted the crowd with his stories of killing chickens and skinning a dead calf as an adolescent, especially for lori, who turned out to be a vegetarian. there were plenty of hors-d'oeuvres, which were delicious, but didn't quite fill me up like a full course meal would, having not ate anything since my pizza rolls lunch, and feeling particularly hungry. i had an interesting chat with alex about the industrial photography that he takes. two cats scampered around the kitchen, which was where we all congregated, despite plenty of room throughout the rest of the house. there was a hub bub when they found out i write a weblog, and lori took the role as my press agent by writing and giving out the web address on memo paper. renata made me erase one photo of her i took that she didn't like very much. heather, another coworker, was the last to arrive. we all shared a chocolate mousse (reminded of me a tiramisu), then lori, amy, renata, and i left, to go see sweet trannies performing at jacque's in boston.

we got to jacque's an hour after the show had started. traffic in the city was crazy, as the streets were filled with that friday night party crowd, girls all dolled up in their hooch outfits and guys wolf whistling from their cars. renata had been to jacque's a few weeks ago with luke, a mutual friend of ours. i had been to jacque's many years ago, for katrinka's birthday party. we parked in a $15/night private lot in that alley way besides scores and the glass slipper, and then walked to jacque's a few blocks away. there was an $8 cover charge, and the crowd was a mixture of transgender everything of perhaps every possible sexual denomination. reminded me of that blur song, "girls who love boys who do girls who do boys..." there were three girls dancing tonight, trinity, destiny, and somebody else, all of asian descent, although renata thought one of them might be half black. we also both wondered if they were from thailand. i was brave enough to go use the bathroom, two open metal urinals (no partition) and a toilet with no door. fortunately there was nobody there when i used it, and i got out right before a man walked in. there were some girls there who looked like transgender prostitutes, one of them was a man obviously dressed like a woman with a big nose i swear to god was sticking a good 3" off of his face! jacque's closes at midnight, at which point we left, amy driving everyone back home, lori harping about somebody she saw at the place, while i was demoted to the backseat because i picked bad radio stations (phil collins rocks!).

after hour ramen snack anyone?