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My soccer team, Dolphman, had a bye this week so the ladies of Dolphman organized a girls' night out. We met at Tortilla Flats in the West Village (stop smirking, Paula :) and started off with a pitcher of Sangria (them) and margaritas (me). Our waiter was adorable--at some point we were talking about pop culture and he said he'd just started watching The X Files. I said Oh, I envy you--one of the best shows ever. I told him that seasons 3-6 were the best but all the seasons through 8, are terrific. And I told him especially look out for the beginning-of-season-2 arc Duane Barry/Ascension and culminating with One Breath, which is one of the finest hours ever crafted for TV. That cinematography!
Amazing episode. Our waiter was gay, though (I surmise--we didn't actually discuss it but my 'dar was pinged) so sadly I could not score a round of shots for my table by making out with the waiter, as happened at Paula's bachelorette festivities.
However Tortilla Flats does trivia in Sunday evenings--this was awesome! One of our teammates, AWalks (Ashley), and I SMOKED the competition, blowing everyone away. We earned four shots each for the table, and Haruko and Alyssa also won one each. So every person at the entire table (there were five of us) had two free shots! I was so, so proud--I felt like a hunter-gatherer who had provided for my family! So much fun. I told them the story of Paula's bachelorette festivities, which they found hilarious. After we left there we went to a place on Greenwich Avenue, a kind of dive-y place. We hung out there for a bit--at one point I was chatting up an English couple who were really, really sweet. We talked a LOT about English history and culture--they were very touched when I told them that visiting London felt like coming home. There was a sketchy, grabby older guy, drunk as a lord, who kept squeezing past us (we were seated on stools in a corner--naturally I was the one sticking out) until finally I elbowed him, hard. Then he kept trying to pull up a stool to chat with us and I kind of ran interference--cockblocking for good. A guy at the bar noticed what was going on (at one point the bartender was trying to call off Sketchy Older Guy) and bought us a round of drinks, apologizing to us.
In other news, while we were at Tortilla Flats I received a call from our Brad who told me this somewhat convoluted story about how his manager brought down the boom--either the show or your job. And of course he can't give up his paycheck. He said that he'd cleared the schedule with him and the guy was fine, or maybe it was another manager--I don't know. I know managers can be jerks but the whole thing sounds shady. On the phone I handled it pretty well and was understanding but now the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. He auditioned drunk, he's already missed a whole week of rehearsal (he was out of town last week), I worked my ass off Saturday incorporating him into the blocking that he missed, and now we're less than two weeks before we perform at the cemetery and he pulls this? Say it with me--ASSHOLE. I called Dave immediately last night but he didn't get the VMs--he emailed me this morning and I was like--uh, did you get my VMs? THAT was a wakeup call for Monday!
Amazing episode. Our waiter was gay, though (I surmise--we didn't actually discuss it but my 'dar was pinged) so sadly I could not score a round of shots for my table by making out with the waiter, as happened at Paula's bachelorette festivities.
However Tortilla Flats does trivia in Sunday evenings--this was awesome! One of our teammates, AWalks (Ashley), and I SMOKED the competition, blowing everyone away. We earned four shots each for the table, and Haruko and Alyssa also won one each. So every person at the entire table (there were five of us) had two free shots! I was so, so proud--I felt like a hunter-gatherer who had provided for my family! So much fun. I told them the story of Paula's bachelorette festivities, which they found hilarious. After we left there we went to a place on Greenwich Avenue, a kind of dive-y place. We hung out there for a bit--at one point I was chatting up an English couple who were really, really sweet. We talked a LOT about English history and culture--they were very touched when I told them that visiting London felt like coming home. There was a sketchy, grabby older guy, drunk as a lord, who kept squeezing past us (we were seated on stools in a corner--naturally I was the one sticking out) until finally I elbowed him, hard. Then he kept trying to pull up a stool to chat with us and I kind of ran interference--cockblocking for good. A guy at the bar noticed what was going on (at one point the bartender was trying to call off Sketchy Older Guy) and bought us a round of drinks, apologizing to us.
In other news, while we were at Tortilla Flats I received a call from our Brad who told me this somewhat convoluted story about how his manager brought down the boom--either the show or your job. And of course he can't give up his paycheck. He said that he'd cleared the schedule with him and the guy was fine, or maybe it was another manager--I don't know. I know managers can be jerks but the whole thing sounds shady. On the phone I handled it pretty well and was understanding but now the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. He auditioned drunk, he's already missed a whole week of rehearsal (he was out of town last week), I worked my ass off Saturday incorporating him into the blocking that he missed, and now we're less than two weeks before we perform at the cemetery and he pulls this? Say it with me--ASSHOLE. I called Dave immediately last night but he didn't get the VMs--he emailed me this morning and I was like--uh, did you get my VMs? THAT was a wakeup call for Monday!
