Spare Pixie today. I really hate being the spare, because I always get there so early to get ready it stresses me out when I have to wait for other people before I know if I'm getting pulled, and then I have to rush. Anyway, Cara and Katie both showed up, though Cara told me she had bronchitis again, so she didn't know how long she was going to stay. That's cool; that's my job. So around 10:15am I go check back in at the base, and they tell me to get ready to play with Alice at the Teacups and then for day parade. Hooray, easy day! And I like Alice; she and I don't get to spend nearly enough time together outside of parades and breakfast. So I go spend the next hour doing my hair and makeup, pull my costume, and change my clothes. Right before I go upstairs for my set, I stop in the base just to make sure that this is what I'm supposed to be doing. BAD. IDEA. "Actually, we have to pull you to ToonTown." ....WHAT? You mean I just spent the last hour getting ready for the wrong character?! *sigh* Fine. That's my job. But the next set is in a half an hour and there's no way I'll make it. They said that's fine, just whenever I can; Cara is ROSing (ROS stands for release of shift.) So I go BACK to Cosmo, alter my makeup (it's very similar and I'd JUST put it on my face, there was no reason to start all over), return my costume and pull another one. Make it up to ToonTown by 12:20ish, put on my pixie dust and lipstick, and just before I cross the hall think, hmm, maybe I should ask a manager what's going on. Turns out Cara was still on set (I thought she'd left already) and since there was only about 30 minutes left for that set, they said just wait, then I was on lunch, so I would do the 2:20 set. ....SERIOUSLY?!?! I just put on all this glitter before I had to. Grrrr.....whatever. It's not that I hate doing it, it's just the sheer inconvenience and uncertainty of what it is I'm supposed to be doing. Plus all this also meant that they had to find somebody else for day parade. And the guests were all so BORING!! Only a few cute kids, but not exceptional, and everyone else was practically brain-dead. What a crap day. But all in all, it was a pretty fair trade: 3 sets, one hour 20 and two 45's in a 12 hour day. I just REALLY didn't want to be sparkly. Oh, well, I had plenty of time to deprep since I couldn't clock out for over an hour after my last set.
Tonight was my friend Nick's birthday party. Some of you may remember him as the infamous Boy #4. Yeah...actually glad that never worked out; he's been dating my good friend Lauren for the past year or so, and they're so cute together. Anyway, went to Howl at the Moon for his party. There's one in KC too, it's a dueling piano bar, and it's fun. Wish they didn't have smoking there, but oh well. So I get there around 10:30ish and walk in, and see approximately 3 people I know, including Nick. Oh, great. Now I know they're all his friends and that's cool, but I'm not real good in social situations where I don't know a lot of people, and I was already tired, so I just wasn't really in an outgoing mood. I figured I'd sit and chill for a while, then when I got too tired I'd just go. It was also Nick's friend Stetson's birthday so a bunch of his friends were there too. Including his cousin, a guy named Holt from Louisiana. Who apparently decided I was the entertainment of the night and would NOT stop hitting on me. Now, don't get me wrong; Holt was a nice guy, and he was fun to talk to, but he was coming on a little strong and I'm with Tim, so I was NOT interested. He, however, was MOST persistent. He insisted on buying me a Jack and Coke even though I told him I didn't want it, so I chugged it to shut him up. Didn't do much except impress him, which was NOT the reaction I was hoping for. Pushed to walk me out to my car, too. I let him just because I figured it would make him feel better. It also didn't help that halfway through the night NICK starts trying to set us up! Nick and Tim have never been the best of friends--they only last year started sort of being buddies--and Nick has never approved of my being with Tim, so he was pushing pretty hard. Told Nick I wasn't interested, and kinda made him mad. I know he's saying it out of love, but still...*sigh* It's hard enough when people you don't know that well tell you that the guy you're seeing is bad for you, but when your close friends start going on about it it's really tough to stick to your guns. Look; I know Tim's not the perfect guy. He's got a bad rep, he flirts, he's immature, irresponsible and sort of emotionally unavailable. But I know all those things and I still love him. I'm not going into this blind as everyone seems to think. No, it may not work out in the end, but right now, he makes me happy, and no matter what anyone else says or thinks, I'm not going anywhere.
Oh, and I ended up with icing all over my face again too. Back in November, I went to a benefit for my friend Siobhan, and one of our friends had made these enormous cupcakes to auction off. Well, Nick (yup, same Nick), Micah and Trevor decided to cream me with 3 of them. There was icing EVERYWHERE. At least this time it wasn't nearly so bad, but he knocked me over trying to avoid him and I lost my phone. And of course, who would be the one to find it but Holt! Then he stole my number from Nick. The nerve! Texted me on my way home too; I did NOT respond. No sense in encouraging the guy. Just wonderful.
Alright, now that I've showered to get the smoke out of my hair and the sugar off my face, it's time to go to bed. I've been up for 20 hours with no nap and I am wiped out.