- Hey, Roxy: you've just slogged through a long, hard week trying to con the PAs into rearranging the production office again and doing fax machine battle with the guy at the copier rental place. What are you going to do next?
I'm going to Disneyworld!
- But Disneyworld is so bourgeois, not to mention expensive. And corporate. And for children. And they don't have any bars or good rollercoasters.
OK, I'm going to Park Slope, the broke hippie dyke version of same! Used bookstores! Teashops! Lesbian bars! Prospect Park!
- [tosses huge cooler of GatorAde over Roxy's head] w00t!!!!!!!!
WTF? Since when am I in the SuperBowl?
ok, anyway. it's true. due to all my recent hard work, Our Loving Protestant Baby Jesus has tossed me a massive break. a friend of guyface's is going away for a week and needs someone to take care of his cats. somehow i was proposed as said cat caretaker, and Friend Of Guyface is apparently ignorant of the following: A) i am immensely irresponsible, B) i am probably a heroin addict or prostitute or something, and C) that i would gladly sleep in his swank air conditioned Brooklyn apartment for a week and cuddle with his kitty cats free of charge.
so, yes, Someone I Barely Know Is Paying Me $160 To Hang Out At His House Unsupervised. it's true, sometimes i like to randomly capitalize every word when i'm excited. and i tend to get pretty excited when someone wants to pay me more than i make per week at my job to feed and pet his cats whilst enjoying the repeatedly mentioned sweet Brooklyn apartment. thanks to this random guy, i now get a week's paid vacation to Park Slope.
for non-new yorkers, who i know are the only people who read this thing anymore: Park Slope is a sublimely gentrified neighborhood in Brooklyn, right next to Prospect Park, which is famous for its brownstones, cafes, and bookstores. it's generally populated by upper-middle-class aging hipsters. basically, you live in Greenpoint or the Lower East Side until you establish a career, get married, and pop out a kid or two. Then you buy a brownstone in Park Slope, join the food co-op, and take the baby to Mommy and Me yoga class in the designer stroller. This is the hip New York version of the American dream. Also, a lot of lesbians live there, for reasons I don't really understand since the entire above paragraph goes against just about everything that good feminist dykes believe in. except for maybe the cafes and bookstores.
I will enjoy my visit greatly and send everyone a postcard (even you, guyface).