sushi, etc

so i did nothing yesterday before i had to leave. ok, i got about a hour of fiction writing done, but that was it. spent too much time doing that stupid meme for y'all. and do i get any comments as a reward? no. i've gotten one comment on the past 5 posts. makes me feel lonely. am i being snide? sorry. i don't mean it, faithful blog readers. i'm just feeling lonely- i haven't talked to l all weekend (and probably won't for the rest- tonight is west wing night) and i'm mad at a. i called her wednesday, and listened to her stories, then when i say i have to go, she's like, hey, can i whine about lucas? like it was her who called me and me who was telling all my stories for the past 10 minutes! then on friday when i was feeling so fragile, i called her to tell her about this, and i say, thanks for listening to me whine, and she says no problem. but when i say i'm at the restaurant, she's like, well, someday you'll have to give ME a chance to tell MY stories. and i started to cry, i was so hurt. she's all, "i'm joking, i'm joking" but yeah right. you don't joke with someone who's just told you how fragile she's feeling. so after i bought my lunch i called her back and let her tell me all about lucas. which was really not that exciting and not that new of news. then she calls on saturday morning as she's been doing rather faithfully of late, just to tell me what she did friday night. her friend trouble was all fucked up on all kinds of shit, they were just carrying her around. and a was so proud she hadn't slept with anyone this week. i feel like i'm her mother, getting my call of her checking in and telling me what she's up to.

anyway, this is not what i planned on blogging about! i planned on telling you about last night, michelle's opening of etemology of bird. we went out for dinner before hand- michelle, christopher, david and i. it was really fun- we went to the sushi place on michigan. i'd never been out for sushi before and needed a little explaination. we had edamame while we waited, and i got vegetable tempura maki, and it was all really good. and it was so much fun to go out with 4 of my favourite people at once- like, they all live in chicago! proof that i can make friends on my own without ch around. david went home, and christopher was michelle's date to the show. kendal and i were working, so we teamed up and got the food for the party all ready. the play was good- not as funny as the ted ward prize winner i designed last year, but there was fun rapping and some really good dancing. there were these breakdancers who came out and in with their little jumpsuits and their big pieces of cardboard... i remembered when i was little, in the 80s, and i got an easel for christmas. we so rarely used it- mom wasn't a big fan of paint, or anything too messy- but we kept the box, and z and i played with it all the time. i was going to be a big time breakdancer, trying to spin on my back on my big piece of cardboard.

oh, and after the show was when the really wierd thing happend. brad, the set designer, the boyfriend of the really odd costume designer elyz, he says- "caitlin! you designed cripple of innishman! i just put two and two together! my friend sarah was talking to you online a while ago!" and i'm like, "maybe..." trying to remember a sarah who commented here, or something. and he's like, yeah, she's my ex girlfriend, and she said she was talking to a costume designer who goes to school here online, and i've been trying to figure out who it is, and it's you! and then he says her screen name and it all comes back.... she's the craigslist girl! when z was finding dates for me, back when i was first becoming more than friends with l. the one in the suburbs with the two kids! and i'm like "oh" and brad gives me this smile, and i'm not sure what it means! does he know his exgirlfriend is posting women-seeking-women ads on craigslist? did he just make the connection and is now gonna be wierd to me cause i'm a dyke? it was really weird. luckily i rode the train home with kendall, and could tell her the whole story. she laughed and said it was like rent.

so i need to get some fiction writing done now, cause the argentinian hairdresser finally got married, and his reception is today. i was feeling whiny about it, cause it's on the far southwest side at a seafood restaurant. but ch called me this morning and said he'd borrowed johnnyb's car and i could wear whatever shoes i wanted, and we won't have to leave at like 8. this rocks. so i guess i will dress up like a tart instead of a baby king. i do the lepard print boots better anyway.