I just got my electric bill and it was almost twice as much as I have used in the previous months. I found this ridiculous. I mean, if I actually used the heat then it might be OK. But it rarely gets turned on since the temp barley drops below freezing. Plus I live on the fifth floor, so everyone below me is heating my apartment.
It just motivates me to move out of my apartment. I overlook the neighborhood that I live in – longing to be within the ranking of all these other people. It is the most urban neighborhood I have found in Baton Rouge. I can walk downtown; there is a small market; and I actually see people when I am walking the streets. Its great.
My only complaint thus far is the slow movement of society. Apparently nothing really gets done. Considering I am an urban planner that kind of sucks.
However, they do like to have fun. I attended the Spanish Town Ball this weekend which was fun. It's the only time I ever attended an event labeled as a "ball". So I had to find something pink – they told me – and wear something associated with Asian culture. This is when I decided to pull out some 1970's tux that I had been keeping in storage. Usually when I go out it will be the simple suite coat and jeans. Tonight it was the off-white tux, complimented with a pink shirt. I had told my friend the ridiculousness of owning a pink shirt just two weeks ago. Now I found myself at Kohl's purchasing a pink shirt. Then after I got the pink shirt, I went to this Vietnamese Market on the east side to see if they – by chance – had some rice hats. Or Coolie Hats. So here I am, in the Vietnamese Market wondering the store until I find some Coolie hats on the top shelf. I had to stand on the bottom self and dig through these stereotypical hats, while the workers talked about me in Vietnamese. At least I am sure they were talking about me. I mean, the first time they see me in their market is to get these cheap, stereotypical hats. I couldn't take their starring anymore so I got three different hats and checked out. Since they were only three dollars each, I thought I could afford a few and try them on later. The only thing I would have to do is spray paint my hat pink, now.
I was ready for the ball.
My brother (who moved to Houston last week) emailed me Friday with nothing to do so I sent around some emails and got him a ticket to the ball. He came over to Baton Rougethat night. We would find him something to wear on Saturday, but Friday we went out with the intention of light drinking. Well, that didn't last too long. We went to Happy's Irish Pub first, which is basically the downtown frat bar. We moved soon to the Red Star... a lot better than Happy's.
We stumbled home.
The next day we found my brother something to wear at Goodwill and TJ Max. Then I spent my only savings on a new camera. My old one broke over Christmas, and I can't go any where with out my camera.
That night we went to Doug's pre-party and then to the Spanish Town Ball. The interesting thing about the ball was BYO beer and food. Basically they provided the venue and the music. It was pretty rad.
At some point we went to someone's house in Spanish Town for a post-party, and at some point I went home. Somewhere between there I lost my brother. I called him pissed and then hung up. Fortunately he found his way into the apartment.
I want to thank Erin for my CD. I've been too lazy to dig through my music and find a good collection of songs. But Erin kindly sent me a CD for Christmas. The CD is awesome. It will be my Spring 2007 mix. Thank you.
