then christopher & i met up with ivana space-pilot. there had been text messaging with julia saying she was going to come to dinner & then later go to beauty bar. she was tied up with "things" so she didn't make dojos, but i thought the beauty bar suggestion might be a good idea for ivana. you know, that whole gimmiky ambiance they've got; sitting in hair drying chairs, that sort of thing. i should mention- i don't want to spend any money, & am tired as fuck. i'm ready to circle the wagons & retire to the tabernacle. whatever. so we go to beauty bar, get decent seats (fucking packed as a motherfuck. see if i go back to that nyu scene, nu-uh faith n' begora) drink one drink. then we walk space-pilot back to her hostel, christopher gets the a, i walk to the f, take it to hoyt-schemerhorne, tranfer to the g running local, & voila. home sweet home.
today i have to go open the store. which shouldn't be all that big of a deal, except that i don't know when i'm going to get a chance to go to the remainders fish market. there is some mackeral they're supposed to get in, that was delayed in texas because a refridgerated truck broke down for 3 days. so that will be selling for pennies on the nickle. also they have a few raw prawn wholesalers who are clearing out an old warehouse, so i'm going to get some of that for lunch, if i can get over there today. i'll just follow my nose!
