notoriety

before i get to the post title, i have to tell a different story that kinda ties in.

earlier today, i went to the KUT x-mas party with my friend angela, who works for KUT. it was at hole in the wall, so i found it as a great opportunity to expunge the bad karma from the last time i was there on saturday. and it was fun. we had drinks, some food, and some good conversation with angela and abbe (whom i've termed as a "friend whore" because she ties me further into austin by knowing three of my friends who have never met each other but have me and abbe in common). one of the highlights of today, at least for me, is that i was finally able to fit into my grey cords, which i haven't been able to fit into since february. i don't know when i lost the weight, but i like to think i lost it this past week since i've been on a mostly alcoholic liquid diet and have only eaten actual food on saturday, wednesday, and today.

but whatever. i fit into my grey cords! and a couple of other pairs of pants i haven't fit into for most of the year. depression is the best diet ever!

anyway. after some time at home, i went to the cat scientist show tonight at carousel. it was fun, and i was intrigued because jo walston (of the meat purveyors) was going to be subbing for rae on female vocals. i got there a bit early, and had some time to commiserate with my friend camille, whom i really do not spend nearly enough time with. and the show was ... interesting. there was this trio consisting of two girls and one gay guy who did interpretive dance throughout the set. it was kinda like watching a train wreck. jo ended up doing a good job of subbing, but i couldn't help but pay attention to the horror of the interpretive dance. i kept on telling my friend natalie "i'm not drunk enough for interpretive dance" and "i bet that's the first time he's ever had a girl balanced on his crotch". but it was good times.

ok, now to the title of the post.

when i got home, i decided that i needed some vodka. so i crossed guadalupe and went to nasty's for the fourth time this week. and ... the door guy saw me, and instead of carding me said "welcome back. how's it going." then, when i got to the bar, the bartender saw me and said "vodka tonic?" i said "yes." she said "deja vu."

yes. in the span of a week, i've become known at nasty's. and that's fine. i am embracing it as my neighborhood bar. but the fact that i've gained notoriety in the span of a week makes me think i need to frequent it a bit less. i don't mind being known at a bar; in fact, i kinda crave it. so maybe i'll just go to nasty's twice a week. i'll start to worry if they know my name by x-mas.

sigh.