astral projection, astral projection

It is helpful to read a day backwards.

It's the speed of what's to come.

I took the day off on MLK Day because my stomach was in twisty knots, my ovaries unusually palpable, and it was a holiday (weak honkie excuse, I know). My boss had a 24-hour stomach flu over the weekend, so I thought I might be experiencing a milder strain of it, but in my pelvis, perhaps (?). The goal was to get a walk-in appointment at PP so as to rule out the ol' ovarian cysts, but ALL of their offices (almost typed orifices) were closed on MLK Day. My mother and grandmother were plagued with them around my age, so maybe it's just my turn at the wheel of gynecological fortune. Ovarian cysts look a little like kombucha cultures, upon closer inspection. I should have results tomorrow. And a fresh batch of kombucha in 9 days. By the way, I'm a HUGE hypochondriac.

The body is a forest.

I'm weary from Malbec, margaritas, and an hour's worth of Martin Luther King's lullabies at Matt's place. Here is the weekend in rapid review:

FRIDAY

Our third UDLE (Unwin-Dunraven Literary Collective) meeting at the Roadside Attraction. Our proposal was accepted into the next Pecha Kucha lecture series, so come hear us give you a talking-to (Feb. 11 @ the Imago - I will post more details as they froth forth)!! Also, a good harbinger has flown in, and it looks like the church (www.funkychurch.com) might be our regular venue, but I'm waiting to hear back from the tenants, so more thumb-sitting until then. Also, it's looking like we might have Joshua Marie Wilkinson and Noah Eli Gordon on the roster for the first reading! We win.

The other two UDLE members convinced me to go out dancing to DJ Beyonda at Rotture. An unbeatable blend of Memphis krunk and neu Italo Disco. A prize combination, in my opinion, but I am very white. DJ Beyonda is from Memphis, my home nest. Stayed out till 3AM, managed to suck down three, count 'em, THREE double whiskey & cokes without waking up to an incorrigible hangover. You go girl. The key to successful drinking: don't stray far from the pack.

SATURDAY

Walked to Blue Gardenia for jalapeno cheesy biscuits and thick black coffee. Met Becky for more coffee at the Fresh Pot. The bulk of my time hanging out with Becky is me prodding her for more crazy stories about her crazy life, and watching her gaze wander along the walls. Neither of us are eye contact people.

Then I convinced myself to stop being such a wimp. I dressed up like a farmers market/produce lady and went to the Loch Lomond show at the Doug Fir and ogled and was bashful, but managed to stay out until 3AM again, whereupon I ended up watching fucked up Ray Charles and Joe Namath videos on YouTube with Nick, until we both passed out into platonic slumber.

SUNDAY

I'm confused. Sunday was the morning I ate cheesy biscuits. What happened on Sunday?

Oh well, ok. Monday was MLK Day, and we listened to MLK's speeches and ate fried okra and black eyed peas and twizzlers at Matt's house, and since then it has been no rest for the weary. So now is the time.

Until next time,
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