But instead of dealing with him, I placated his anger. He was the LAST thing I wanted to deal with. He later asked the team if anyone knew a good allergist. So I excused his little tiff to allergies.

I went into his little office with no windows in an attempt to defend myself and was like “look…”. But apparently that did nothing. He was on a high horse. All because while I was gone, a couple calls came in. I was barely gone, and I rarely ever leave my desk at all compared to a lot of other people who are AT their desks but not in the phone system. Records will even show you that I never even take a lunch. In fact, lately I have been so bogged down with work that I haven’t done much at all besides work.

I wasn’t going to mention that my boyfriend was in the hospital and to worry about him because I love him so much stressed me out so bad I really couldn’t think about much else. No, I wouldn’t mention that because that would be a sign of weakness…and personalities like his feed on that. Bad kittens still need to be fed, but they don’t need to be spoiled.

And did I mention he had the nerve to step to me in front of other coworkers? I have officially lost all respect for him. Not that I had much for him beforehand, mind you. But that morning really pissed me off. He is not my boss. He has no authority over me. And if my boss tried to talk to me about it, I’d give her my opinion of her employees stepping out of the realm of their authority. Total HR nightmare in the making if I make it so.

In short, I did not end up eating much of the really great breakfast and stewed over it all day. But my boyfriend and I did book my parent’s 30th Anniversary trip to London, Paris & Rome without much of a problem….or so I thought.

My gig with this guy as The Vodka Manx at Science Club went very well that night. We need to pick up the mood and pace a little while still staying chillout, but we recently exchanged libraries to update each other. Things are getting better and better with that.

Red Wine Tuna Friday

Still leftover from being angry about Thursday, Friday brought little but still some inconvenience. I was exhaustively tired. The previous evening had a great gig and after-hour Halo trip. But I still had too much on my mind. I had to down a total of 8 ibuprofen and three gatorades to feel better.

Our friend that we were supposed to go out of town with for the weekend called from Atlanta – his grandmother was about to pass, so we would be staying in town for the weekend after all. We were ok with that, though saddened by the news. My boyfriend’s injury and my strained and sleep deprived state of consciousness were thankful.

The best part about being at work that day was probably having lunch with my new friend from Florida, who rocks. We had fast-french and went for hot chocolate afterwards. It was relaxing. Probably the only relaxing moment I would get before what happened next.

There are a few of us here at work that have DVD players at our desks. When things are dead, sometimes there is literally no work to do for up to an hour. So I had the one my parents gave to me as a gift one year and brought a DVD with me that morning to watch the last bit of Stargate Season 5. I popped the DVD in…and heard a *pop* *pop* *pop* sound. The eye was not catching half way up the track. The DVD Player is busted. I’m not sure if it was the electrical crew, or someone who borrowed, busted, and returned it. But this is how it’s going. I decide to read the rest of my book, Book 1 of The Dresden Files….a new Sci-Fi Series coming soon. But I digress….

Before leaving work, a colleague in Phoenix told me to go home and drink a bottle of red. I did exactly that. It was a bottle from Austria given to us at our recent party. I actually went to bed after that without much of a problem. I also got to watch two really great episodes of Stargate. And my room mate made this GREAT teriyaki tuna dish.

The Activistocrat Goes DOWN!!! (Saturday)

My boyfriend’s mom was in town with her boyfriend. (His aunt had died in her 80’s. Rest her soul.) So she wanted to have lunch with us, my man’s cousin, and our room mate. We drove for AGES. But we eventually ended up at this Ruby Tuesday’s for lunch. The only redeeming quality of this place is that it served Fosters.

I’m skipping a bunch here because, as my boyfriend’s mom says…it’s really small stuff. In short, he and I find reason to be very pissed at each other. I eventually decide, in my funk, fresh from smoking a cigarette and getting a halfway apology…to take a nap.

If I never thought Marylin Monroe was murdered, I do now. Random eh? But that was the dream I had. In short, it involved her being killed because she knew something too sensitive about Mr. Kennedy and his bedroom habits.

Then I woke up, we both got better apologies. He and I talked a lil and decided to play some Warcraft which always makes us feel better.

Later on, our room mate started to have really bad pain in his abdomen. He believed it to be a kidney stone. So after he puked and shat and puked and shat and showered twice we FINALLY got him in the car. We end up rushing him to the ER, running what lights we could…in a rainstorm. We could have hydroplaned twice but goodness that Audi A4 handles well!

There were cop cars blocking the entrance, so we had to swing around the other way and walk part way. No attention being paid to us at all. This is where I proceeded to help get him registered and seen…and translate for him because apparently the hospital doesn’t speak Desperatescreamish. We literally waited for 20 to 30 minutes before they put any pain medicine in him. He was so pitiful…and loud. I was sad. There was little I could do besides what I was doing.

He was in such agony that I started yelling around in the ER for them to get off their asses, like I worked there. They had an obvious triage situation and they were ignoring it. When we got him into a bed bay, his medicine started to kick in. And then this HOT ASS DOCTOR examined him. (Our room mate is a doctor mind you. Pediatric cardio-pulmanology. Some of you may remember him as the Activistocrat.) The doctor ordered a CAT scan that revealed a 4mm kidney stone. A 4mm stone is not something they will try to go in and fix right away. Chances are that the stone will pass if it does not grow. They usually go in for 6-8mm stones.

During the CAT scan, the tech attempted to be funny with my room mate and try to prove he was a doctor. “So you’re a doctor? What am I doing?” My room mate responded “doing my CAT scan.” And the tech was like “no, what exactly am I doing, tell me what I’m doing.”

When the hot doctor heard about this, he immediately went in the CAT room, closed the door and came out 10 minutes later apologizing profusely. GO HOT DOCTOR! Eventually, we all ended up at home. My room mate was dosed with toradol and percoset. My boyfriend and I stayed up awhile playing Warcraft.

An Especially Dark Sunday Turns To Monday

We had already unanimously decided to get breakfast on Sunday morning to get out of the house. We went to the yuppie chowhall but it was closed. So we ended up at Annie’s. In short, they not only didn’t have mashed potatoes to go with my poor room mate’s lunch, but mine either. I was ok with fries, but he had to order something else. They also didn’t have the beer he wanted. All of this was on the menu, so you can imagine how everyone at the table is already feeling, but having also to continue a cycle of defeat.

On Sunday morning, I also received an email from the travel people, telling me the trip for my parents could not be booked. There was no other specific information. (This would be resolved on Monday, but still…COME ON!)

Everything about the last few days had been hell without dying. I began to feel wrought in depression over several things before going to bed and not being able to fall asleep because it was too hot in our bedroom. Eventually I did fall asleep but was woken up at around 3:50 by our room mate asking where the pain medicine was because he was having another attack. Within minutes he was once again reduced to screaming.

Round 2 at the hospital. Again I would miss work. But I wasn’t concerned about that. I just hadn’t had a chance to catch up with my boss at all for over a week, so eventually she would get the story but not quite yet.

Leading up to where he stopped screaming and the meds kicked in again…I had nearly been accosted by a security guard I said “umm…no” to when he told me to leave. Turns out the useless little prick wasn’t even supposed to be in there and was trying to excercise authority where he didn’t have it. Nearly all of the nurses that stuck him with a needle fucked up the shunts. His arms and hand are a mess from the shitty workmanship.

The frustrated and overworked ER doc (not the hot ass, but another guy) took an XRay this time instead of a CAT…..bad idea, since a XRay won’t show you shit…and it didn’t. So that frustrated my roomie even more that he was having unnecessary tests. The doctor looked as pissed off with the way things were going as the patient was.

I saw some things in that ER that no human being should have to witness. People wasting away as if they’d been there for days on end. Homeless guy with a missing big toe and an enormous lump on the back of his neck. Patient and gorgeous young man with a mysterious insect bite that was blowing up his leg that sat there for hours while no one talked to him. Old ladies who just wanted someone to talk to them. It was stressful. I have never been subjected to so much depression all at one time and been able to take it. If I ever needed proof of my resiliance, it was given to me.

Tuesday…One Week Later

Today is a week since the hell started. So I am confident that it will be a better day. Things genuinely seem to be getting better. But the update on my room mate is that he’s back in the hospital and now the urologist on staff is going to operate. This happened after we got to work this morning. So I’ll keep you updated.

The new Subway State Guest Room (volume 2 by DJ.Me) is available using the link on the right. Great chill stuff.

Keep a lookout for Subway State Lounge 5! It’s coming!

And my side-entity, Vodka Manx….with The Rex Monday of TheSeanShow.net fame…..went quite well this past Thursday. We are even on Science Club’s website now in the Events section. Check us out at www.scienceclubdc.com

Grumpy Saturday, see you all real soon.

“What is a Vodka Manx,” people have been asking. Well, I’ll tell you.

A Vodka Manx is a cat with no tail made of vodka. Were you to see one walking down the street you might miss it, as it looks crystal clear and only a fine cold mist accompanies its presence. It’s a good kitty, but careful…one lick and it makes you drunk. And last night this skinny Vodka Manx rocked the house at his favorite hidden laboratory.

I’d love to drag this out because last night at Science Club was a farggin amazing experience. Yes I said farggin. As I write this I am munching on Irish chicken and fries. It’s my lunch leftover from yesterday. There is also a tuna melt here too but I don’t know if I want to risk it. Sufficed to say…I was having so much fun I forgot to eat and now I feel sickies.

The night was not packed but it certainly wasn’t empty. Our lovely bartender Tiernan Dickens made the night go by very smoothly with his deadly but tasty mixed drinks. As I played, Sadira(sp?) kept coming over to chat me up about what she heard me playing. Turns out she’s one of the few loyal fans of Esthero out there. I suspect the night may have had a little more flow in the music were he there, but me-partnah in the Vodka Manx (this guy) was regretably unavailable whilst shoving plates of food in people’s faces at the yuppie chow hall. But his boyfriend Chemistry Lad showed up and hung out with us and that was nice.

So what was played? By the words of the downstairs basement bar, they really enjoyed being zapped back in time by a Nightmares on Wax remix of Bush’s “Letting The Cables Sleep”. But for most of the other tracks, as one waitress put it, “it was really……girly”, meaning that there were a lot of female vocals. And she was right. Last night was a night for the ladies. There were more of them anyway in the DJ room. And a lot of gay men. I heard no complaints and was commented on my…variety by the downstairs bartender. OUCH I just bit my cheek……….

That being said…I believe next week will be different cuz my partnah in crime will be there!

More later, I have work to do…….

The secret agents who bring you Fragile Radio & Subway State Lounge (The Rex Monday & A-Ron) have quite a surprise for you!

Starting this Thursday and going weekly, The Vodka Manx (them two) will be playing the best in lounge & chill-out for your Thursday Happy Hour set from 5pm to 8pm at the amazing new Science Club in Washington, DC!

It’s time for you and all your happy hour buddies to put on your best incognito faces and storm DC’s best-kept-secret of a laboratory. The Vodka Manx has arrived, love.

Science Club is located at 1136 19th St NW – Happy Hour is 5pm to 8pm
Yuengling $3 Amstel Light $4 Heineken $4
2005 Sauvignon Blanc, Veramonte, Chile $5./$20
2004 Carmenere, Santa Rita, Chile $5./$20
$4 Regular Liquor Drinks

Be there or send yo’ mom ‘n them so they can tell ya’s.