Calmness

So, another couple of good days! Not much to report, really, which I think is a great thing. (I think.) Julian and I seem to have settled back into a normal routine of phone calls and texts, and we don't talk about the drama of last weekend. His work is going great after the acquisition, and he tells me all the time about how much he is looking forward to our new life together in California. His mother is of course not really happy about him leaving, but his father seems to think it's an opportunity for the business to grow in America. And of course any of the business things I would have to go to would be with Americans out here -- no more of the drooling minor "gentry"!

I shouldn't say too much about it, but it IS my blog, so can I just say how psyched I am to meet another VJ person tomorrow? (Oops today.) She's already been through almost the whole process, so I can learn a lot from her, but it would be so nice to have someone local to share my worries with. She's older than me, and was married over there in London and lived there for a long time, but I still feel like I have a lot to learn from her experience. (Hi elmcitymaven!) She and I are going to the Blue Room (again!) to trade tales. She teases Julian on VJ, which I think is so funny. J says it drives him crazy, and if he were her husband he wouldn't stand for some of the things she says. But she seems really nice in her messages and since she lives in Burbank (where I'm from) I think it could be fun. J said to be careful since you don't really know what people are really like on the internet, maybe she's really a guy! I said I would let him know and take pics if he is so concerned.

Anyway, at home tonight. Nice and peaceful -- a change for the better. I almost fear it could go away, but in the meantime I will like it for what it is. Just nice.

drunken meandering?

Okay, maybe I had one more than I expected but here I am still trying. Nice stuff first -- we went to the Blue Room which has been my favorite place to get hammered for a long time. Jenn likes it because she can smoke on the patio. I had a couple of cigarettes -- fags to J -- and now feel like death but the drinks were sooo good and strong. We met a party of Irish expats which was fun. Luckily Jenn had decided on cabs or we might be dead from drunk driving -- we drank a LOT.

But while I was there I got an email from Alex -- must have been 8am his time. Loser. He sent me this, which is the lyrics which he said was just from the British version of The Office but we all realized meant so much more (here is me pasting them):

Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Trying to make the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growing old
Trying to make herself a bride?

So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

Once I was a young man
And all I thought I had to do was smile
Well you are still a young girl
And you've bought everything in style

So once you think you're in you're out
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And drink a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake 'em all in a pie

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

I fucking hate Alex. :(