Too much fun..

One must pay for. *groans* I've had a pretty good run recently of getting off mildly after a night of drinking, about the last month or so. I wake up, sometimes have a small headache and often not even that and get on with my day.

Well, my blessed time seems to be over.. just in time for the holiday season too. It's rubbish. I'm not sure if there was something particular to last night, didn't really drink so much, although the bit between finishing my last drink and waking up in the middle of the night still half dressed is completely lost to me. Weird.

Anyway.. it's all heating up around here, parties to plan, feasts to get organized, bars to attend.

Not tonight though.

Coming out of the pipes..

Demon
Originally uploaded by Ms Kat.

It's been a weird few days. Well.. Friday was all set to be quite awesome, despite the continued silence of the phone, re me being in any more films anyway, did get some calls from another source regarding work but... more on that later.. so, Friday night I had off, and the opportunity to see a show which I missed in it's first run, a play by some fellow (I like to believe I'm in the same category even if it's a stretch) English speaking actors in Prague.. so.. cool.

Morning not so hot.. got woken by a rather annoyed just out of shower dude asking me to buy some drain cleaner at some point.. thought the problem couldn't be that bad, yesterday there wasn't any problem at all.

Well.. when I went to shower, the fucking thing filled up like crazy right away.. weird, out of nowhere. And the toilet wouldn't flush. So.. I figured I'd go out, buy the stuff and shower properly later.

Well anyway, lest this story get way longer than it needs to, got back, poured the stuff down and it really didn't make much difference.. and the water I poured in just stayed hanging around, and then later it started coming out of the drain.. like, all this gunk and crap rose up into the bath..

I somehow figured that it was connected to the kitchen sink.. and the toilet is somehow involved which is not a nice thought.. and it still wouldn't flush properly.. also not a nice thought sorry to bring it up hope you weren't just about to have lunch :/

well.. I battled with this thing all day.. shoved my hand into the gunk in the bath, tried to clear it.. of course now there was drain cleaner in the mix so my hands started to sting.. eventually it wen t down.. and I managed to clean the place a bit. Then I washed my hands in the sink and it all bubbled up again..

well fuck. So.. I managed to get it all down again, and clean up, sorta... and it was possibly to quickly shower in semi-gunky waster up to my ankles before going out to this show n schmooze I'd been looking forward to somewhat clean.

And that was fine.. we went early, got a beer, drained it.. a slightly less popular brand called Demon.. fittingly.. and we quickly downed a second, had some dinner, and got another one just before the show began.

Well.. one of us felt a bit ill during the show and had to go immediately after.. just had too much to drink too quick.. and I stayed, drank.. and talked and acted stupid and drank more and stayed...

got home pretty late, or early if you put it that way which I don't because I hate when people say that. If you go home about 5am then it's still late.. just because it's early for the next day doesn't mean you're not getting home late.. but whatev.

Yesterday I felt the demons.. and said demons, or other demons were still in our pipes. It's like there's a trifecta or tri something of demon possession between these three things in the pipes. We've been, or rather he's been fucking around with it for 2 days.. and it still won't flush and the bath still gets clogged up in 5 seconds. Just gotta get a plumber to do it.

And I felt like crap, most of the day.. and regarding the phone calls I did get, that was me agreeing to work on Saturday night.. so.. about 6 I had to get my stinking ass.. well I managed to wash in just above ankle gunky water again.. to go to work. No tour though luckily.. and I was feeling much better by then.

Demons still in the pipes though.

What a good idea!

That's what I thought yesterday when I was invited to go meet a friend in a beergarden, seeing as I've been on my own most of the month, haven't been socializing much and that hanging out in beergardens is generally considered a pleasant thing.

And it was. Lovely evening, hung out with this friend and some other guy I'd never met before, we talked, we laughed, we drank beer. It was pleasant but mostly uneventful, except for the incident at the pub we went to afterwards when it got dark where I knocked my glass over and broke it.

You can probably guess from the aforementioned incident that I got pretty drunk. Which also led to me having something of a hangover when I woke up today. And it sucked. It sucked for the obvious reasons that hangovers suck, and also because I had things to do today. I had to go to the film school to dub over some scenes in which the sound didn't come out right. Luckily it got put back 2 hours, giving me some much needed time to recover a little, but I still felt quite shit by the time I had to go. Not too shit to be puking on the way however, I just about passed being ok to go out.

Once I was out, I figured no biggie.. it'll just be sitting and talking. Well it was partly. I was in a tiny little sound booth going over some words that were either said wrong, according to the director, which were drowned out by the other actor coughing in the scene.

First I had to say "yes" over and over again a bunch of times. This was ok, but then I had to do the other scenes, which were the louder, shouting scenes, and I needed to stand up so the sound would be right. Of course they needed to be done over and over again.. I did a bunch one way, then he gave me a different direction... then I needed to do it the particular way it sounded on the video, and then he changed his mind and wanted me to do it differently.. After saying these words 20 times it made my head spin, but I didn't get sick in that dark claustrophobic little room, which is a positive.

It was actually done pretty quickly, luckily, and I was able to leave. I did need to puke when I went out on the street though, but I went around what seemed like a secluded corner, though there were still windows from the film school in view. I did try to do it discreetly, so perhaps no one saw.

Anyway I'm much better now, thanks for asking.. and now I'm done with the film. He doesn't need me anymore. Unless of course what we did today wasn't sufficient and it needs to be done again.

And the saga still continues..

This time yesterday I was looking forward to this time, I would be relaxing, peacefully. I won't go into too many details about what the saga entails, but I was meant to say goodbye to a friend today, who is leaving after many years, who'll I'll miss but I want to get this over with so I can move on with things, and then have a meeting with some ex landlord people which I want to be well and truly over.

I was hungover this morning after the mandatory sendoff. Our friend drove us, and was to come back later so I'd have a lift home. We were there early so we hung around. Ate and drank, walked around. We were having a beer when his flight was called, and I guess still when the everyone was boarded. When the last call showed up he went to the gate so we did the big goodbye thing. I walked off.

My meeting had been bumped up half an hour, but I still had time to get back, I waited for my friend. Waited, waited.. waited. I send him a message and he called saying he thought I wasn't going with him and he'd already driven off.. so I walked up to the bus stop just as a bus was leaving..

anyway.. I got the next bus and it looked like I would get back just in time. Road on the bus, then the metro.. I got a phone call while I was in there but I couldn't here anything.

Shit this is getting long.. well to cut a long story short, he missed his flight. I missed my appointment, so we need to do both again tomorrow. This is getting really fucking annoying. And I'm tired.

Well that was quick.

he "that" that I am referring to is a certain person getting their ass literally whipped in a certain recent Presidential election...

ok, literal is perhaps not the right word..

carrying on, I knew about it right away at about 5am.. I was awake, not up but not sleeping due to nursing a headache from staying up almost that late and drinking. I got a call from someone who was still up and drinking and watching the election saying he already had enough seats for a win.. so good on him. The "him" I'm referring to being Barack Obama, future President of the United
States.

And yeah, I know I was anything but quick on this, having stayed up late (but not that late) last night, and drinking, and nursing a hangover pretty much the whole day. I'm mostly better now, and just wanted to add to what I'm sure is a chorus of yay Obama out there.