India Queen

Last night, my housemate, my partner, and two friends ordered out Indian food using the restaurant's web site:

http://www.indiaqueen.net

It was a shambles. Upon placing the order, which totalled around $80, the site said they would call in about 15 minutes to confirm the order. The only call we got was from my partner, who was to pick up the food on his way home.

Guess which Indian restaurant in our area has Windows? Fucking Gates...

Paul took our entire order over the phone, and fought Dartmouth Homecoming weekend traffic and parking, and still managed to get our dinner home while it was hot. Whatta man!

The food was better than sex. I'd screwed up on the phone, and had ordered everyone's entrees waaay hotter than was necessary. It was better than sex. Five women and one man, sitting around a table, gorging themselves, groping for anything to bring down the burn, groaning, sniffling...better than sex. Or, at least the food equivalent.

I believe we'll be frequenting the place frequently.

Question regarding ethics

What's the difference between someone who is following his own path and living his own authority, and someone who for the past year has been living with blinders on and acting like an irresponsible asshole?

Is it done? Really? I hope so. I hope resolution has been reached, even if it's not what he's envisioned. I truly hope he doesn't carry this into November or the rest of his life. It doesn't, in my estimation, deserve his attention any further. His wife does. His son does. His house does. His friends do. His Work and work do. I do.

It's hard watching someone you love waste their time. It's hard enough to watch for a year - I know I don't have it in me to tolerate this anymore, especially not after reading his email saying that it was over. It really had better be, or he'd better not be surprised at how much he's already lost, or what he will lose.

He says I don't have cause to worry. I hope I don't.

9/23/2005

Just when you think things won't be interesting for a while...less than an hour after posting about a friend who'd been clumsy with my trust, I got a call at work saying that he'd passed out for about five minutes, was having chest pains, and was being taken to the hospital. Did I mention that I hate this year?

He's fine. Or, at least, it's not his heart. He's at a follow-up appointment right now to find out (hopefully) what the cause was, and I'm hoping it's not serious, and I'm hoping very hard that he'll start taking care of himself. The fact is that he's very much loved, despite everything.

Loki and Lex may be visiting soon - YAY! I'm told that his birthday last week sucked mightily, and I plan to help make up for that. Word is, throughout the the KoC, that Mardi Gras 2006 WILL happen, and I plan to be in New Orleans for it and the ensuing nuptuals, for sure.

Rita's currently bearing down on TX. I'm sending out prayers to the winds and water, asking for mercy for those who are painfully used to exodus, asking that the levees hold, asking that Rita's powers die down as she nears shore.

I hate 2005

Let's see. Among other things this year, I've found that someone I hold dear and very much trusted with my heart isn't all I thought he was, my dad died, and my friends in NOLA are now my friends in NY, IN, and gods help them, TX.

And. Forgive me a highly selfish moment. I was so bloody much needing that time in New Orleans in October and November. I didn't want to be home. The Work will be that much harder now.

All of this will fall into place eventually. My friends are safe - at least the ones we've heard from. I hope we hear good news about everyone else. New Orleans will rebuild, and will still be the city I love. I will greive for my father, and for what has been lost between my friend and I. I'm trying hard to come back up.

Current projects

- breathing
- coming back up
- asking for help
- shutting up the mental chatter
- not caring so much
- living *my* life
- fun

She. Is. Getting. On. With. Her. Life.

Oh yeah - and what's going on right now really sucks, and is really hard. The hard part is remembering which bits of that are my problem, and which parts are not. A lot of it isn't mine.

The aunts from "Practical Magic" - "Clean up your own mess." Damned right.

In recent news...

...the first weekend of this month, we gained a new housemate (Angelica, now living in the guest room and seeking other housing sometime next spring), and my father died. Still reeling. Still not sure exactly what I need, but remembering to breathe has been helping. (*sigh*) This will be an interesting Samhain.

Speaking of which - I'm very much looking forward to being in N'Awlins over Halloween this year. Thanks again to my dear friends George and Alexis, who are getting married around that time and who have arranged a place for me to stay while I'm there. Already researching club dates, venues, etc. I'm hoping the 40's will have a club date while I'm in town...

Post the firste

Well, hello there. I killed my LJ account about a month ago, and desparately needed somewhere to unload my varoius brain seepings. So, here we go. I'll put up my interests and other sundry stuff later - it's been a week. Hell, it's been a life (so far).

Gotta go. Dinner, and the rest of my evening, is ready.