Mi Vida Loca

It's Friday. It's Pitchfork weekend. As of right now, I don't have tixs or a press pass. I am told it may be tricky to get in even if I borrow someone's pass. I'm frustrated because I am in the "industry" so I shouldn't have to fight to get a stupid pass to some stupid festival since the past two years I didn't have a problem acquiring a pass. But, when in the face of adversary, it's time to get creative. I will figure out a way in. I always do. I am handing out magazines at the fest tomorrow, so maybe I can get in that way. I'm also desperately wanting to see Spoon tonight. That is going to be tricky as well. I received an email saying the first 20 people to respond get tickets. Unfortunately, I was three hours late in reading it. Damn. The one night I'm not at home! My entire weekend is up in air except for my friend's b-day party tomorrow night and Pitchfork After-Party with free Colt 45!! I'm also going to a show on Monday, so I don't want to overdue it with shows this weekend, but we'll see. The only two acts I want to see are Cat Power and Sonic Youth. If worse comes to worse, I can just sit on the sidewalk and listen. It is afterall an outdoor fest.

Enough about that. Last night I went to Tech Cocktail representing My Open Bar. We had a booth and everything. I found out we're getting paid from our event last weekend. Nothing like getting paid to drink. Last night I even won two gift certificates to two different restaurants. Of course writing for a website about free booze usually entails drinking way too much. The event consisted of free beer and well drinks--pretty much anything you wanted for 2 hours. This resulted in my "co-workers" and I each getting 3 drinks at a time. We had a collection going. When will I learn not to mix beer and cran/vodka? When will I learn not to drunk text boys? Sometimes I think I can handle certain situations. The thing is, I tell myself I'm not gonna care, but then I totally end up caring. As much as I try to separate it and be nonchalant, I can't. I end up letting my guard down and pouring my heart out. And drunk texting. I don't even remember why I thought to do this in the first place. The emotions of the past week caught up with me and drinking certainly didn't help that. I can be a weepy drunk for no reason. I'm grateful for my girlfriends who always have a way of assuaging the situation. Anyway, last night I kinda got involved with yet another acquaintance and now this person wants to take me on an actual date. I can't get enough of these way younger guys. I'm going to be like Cher. Going out is all very sincere and nice, but the notion of a "date" makes me hyperventilate. Or maybe I'd be going on a date with the wrong person. I mean, I don't want to be treated like shit, but when there's a guy who's totally into me and says things like he's gonna call me, I freak out. This is why I will never be in a proper relationship. I pine for the ones who get black eyes without knowing how and the socially awkward ones with impeccable taste in music. Hey, you have a drinking problem? Sign me up. I'm seriously hopeless. Last night confirmed my theory that men and women can't truly be friends, or at least I can't be just friends with a guy. I've thought about this extensively, and of all the guys I see on a regular basis, I think I've crossed the line with most of them at some point in knowing them. And there are the ones who say we should just be friends but somewhere down the line, the line gets crossed again. Ironically enough, there is one guy who I do hang out with on a regular basis who I am completely platonic with although sometimes I wish it was more. This is the only exception, though, and of course that could change at any given moment. I've embraced my non-committal notions. When it's right, I will commit but so far nothing has stuck. All of my experiences of late are good fodder for that book I should write. I'll call it: Mi Vida Loca: Ages 28-29, Or The Chronicles of a Latebloomer.

I also have a thing for Cancer guys. And Leos. But mainly guys with b-days in July. In fact, I think more of my friends have b-days in July than in any other month. Today is my brother's b-day. Tomorrow I have four friends with b-days! Everyone's parents were getting busy in November, I guess.

I really hope this music filled weekend will pan out for me and lead to all kinds of awesomeness and great networking. As much as I'm unexcited about the lineup, there will be a lot of people at Pitchfork I'll know. My roommate's sister and her boyfriend are staying with us all weekend. This is one setback of living with people. Why must they share my bathroom when they can use my roommate's? The less I'm around this weekend, the better.