Marianna's Diary
September 22, 2003
The plot thickens... I've found a building that used to be an internet cafe (WiFi killed that industry!), and it has a big front room and a little kitchen, and it's gonna be gorgeous! Daniela's been coming by between classes at LU, helping pick out things like barstools and neon beer signs. I didn't want to have beer at all, since I don't much care for it, but I guess other people do so that's that. Dumb people and their bad taste. And money... keep thinking of the money!
Okay, so I don't actually need the money, but it's cool to have real income again. Or I will soon. Just a few more things to take care of... permits to serve alcohol and food, health inspections, hiring people for waitstaff... Daniela's been telling me I might need a bouncer, but I can just ask Cueball or someone, one of my muscular guy friends (did I mention a LOT of people are home from school now, like for good?), if someone needs tossing out. I don't think they will. Club Calypso is gonna be so freaking cool that people will be on their best behavior so they can come in! It'll be like Studio 54 with manners. :)
Or I'm delusional. Whatever. Anyway, I've got to get back to work, Diary. I've got Inda Nett over helping to install phone lines and modem lines (I can't be away from my email even if I'm working!), and some of the other guys are installing the sweet mahogany bar I got. And you know guys... they need CONSTANT supervision!
~m.
September 8, 2003
Diary, you won't believe all that's happened to me in the past few months! First off, Mac's on another business trip as of yesterday, thank heavens. I totally needed a break from that. Second, I went to the gynecologist yesterday after I got done dropping his royal veganness off at the airstrip, and it turns out I'm preggers. Well, at least now I know why I've been puking my brains out for the past month.
Third, and certainly most interesting, Daniela had the bright idea of starting a discotheque. I think that's kind of weird and probably a direct result of her having spent a year in Europe. However, modify that to a non-sleazy bar with live music, and I think we have a plan. So I'm heading to the bank today to see what kind of loan they'll float me. I still have the inheritance from Matilda (although there's no way I'm selling the house or the car, they're too dear to me), so between that and a little loan, plus what Daniela's chipping in for her half-share (I don't want to know where she gets her money), I should be able to rent a storefront, sign up a couple local acts, hire my friends as waitresses... I can tend bar myself, I got this neat-o deck of cards with every kind of drink possible on the backs... well, wish me luck, Diary.
~m.
ps. I've decided to call it Club Calypso! Isn't the alliteration great?
June 28, 2003
Okay, I'm not saying I've got a terrible lot of experience in these things, but I don't think Mac's very good at this whole marriage thing. Or the whole sex thing, but mostly I just close my eyes and try to ignore him during that. No, wait, that goes for everything about this "relationship". I swear, there's supposed to be something more. I don't know, shouldn't I be somewhat remotely interested in my own marriage? I'm either bored or disgusted most of the time.
Speaking of disgusted, this is Day 22 of having tofu steak for dinner. Well, except for last Friday, when we went to Pandy's graduation barbecue and I managed to get some real food. And since Mac's out late tonight (doing heaven knows what, he keeps the weirdest hours for a greeting card salesman), I'm going out to the Swirly Ice and getting a cheeseburger and a couple soft-serves!
I know I'm doomed when food excites me this much.
_m.
June 5, 2003
Well, I've been married for an hour now. I got bored at the reception and snuck off to my laptop. Seriously, I do not need to watch Daniela get drunk and lead a conga line. Mac and my parents are sitting at the head table holding court or something. Nobody even noticed when I left. I probably could have slipped out of my dress and walked out in my undies and nobody would have noticed. Some wedding.
So as I left, I snagged the top teir of the cake. Carrot cake, ugh. Not that I have anything against carrots, carrot cake, or cream cheese icing, but I really wanted chocolate. Carrot cake is not a wedding cake. Demented frickin'... well...
We're not having a honeymoon, which suits me fine. We're going back to Mac's apartment tonight, where with luck he will leave me alone, and in the morning when I'm well-rested I'll hop a jet to... I don't know... Australia. Or Idyll Island. Or Paris. Or anywhere that's not Layla:). Don't get me wrong, I love Layla:), but the people here are starting to drive me crazy. CRAZY!!
Okay, Diary, I'm going to go set fire to things now.
~m.
May 29, 2003
Happy twenty-third birthday to me... not that anyone noticed. Well, Daniela emerged from her drunken stupor in Romania or wherever she is and sent an e-card. Pandy gave me a cupcake. For breakfast. Thank goodness for her, or I'd never laugh. Everyone else is so wrapped up in the stupid wedding plans...
I drove out to Moosetail Lake today. Just spent the day up there, sitting on a rock in the sunshine and staring at the sunglare on the water. Didn't see any moose, but I never do. I seriously have to wonder if there are any moose left. Dream says so, or she used to, but she hasn't been home since she started grad school.
I guess one of the things I hate most about turning 23 is that I had expected things to be different. I expected, for instance, that the friends I actually liked would still be around. Instead, I'm stuck with Doreen, mother of five or six or something, and sleazy old Frogman, and creepy Justinian. Everyone else is away at school now.
Well, they're all coming back for the wedding, even though I called everyone and told them they didn't have to come if they were busy. Heaven knows I'd be skipping it if I could. Dani will be back Tuesday. Till then, I guess I'll drive my lovely new inherited Porsche (thanks, Tilda!) around and around town. I might go down to Santa Linda and check out the flea markets on Saturday, just for something else to do. Well, good-night, Diary.
~m.