{"id":2803,"date":"2009-12-13T03:06:00","date_gmt":"2009-12-13T10:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/blog\/?p=2803"},"modified":"2009-12-13T03:06:00","modified_gmt":"2009-12-13T10:06:00","slug":"2803","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/?p=2803","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>zero 7 concert tonight. really missed sia, who&#8217;s not on this tour.<\/p>\n<p>went to amber to people watch and think about the story. met a dave, charles, seth, john&#8211;a line of guys who just kept taking the spot next to me, trying some angle with me. i was polite but kind of irritated because they would assume i was &#8220;bored&#8221; and could use some &#8220;company,&#8221; and i would tell them that this is my regular neighborhood spot and i&#8217;m actually working right now, thinking out a story. it was kind of irritating, but it&#8217;s what happens when you think better in crowded places and you&#8217;re in a bar (i wish they had late night cafes open around here, but most late-night food places are all bars). some guy came up just to cuss me out, mumbling how much he didn&#8217;t want me. i kept asking him to repeat what he said and he would say &#8220;nevermind,&#8221; but just get angrier at me, an angry little asian robot.<\/p>\n<p>end of the night, the bartender who had periodically come by to chat and comment that i&#8217;m very popular, asked for  my phone number, and i wouldn&#8217;t give it to him. so he told the little angry asian robot that i needed a walk home. i wrote &#8220;muthafucker&#8221; on a piece of paper and gave it to him as my phone number. the guy was wearing a wedding band. i told him i don&#8217;t mess around with married guys, yet he says he wears it because he gets more tips even though he&#8217;s not really married.<\/p>\n<p>actually, in la, the bartenders DON&#8217;T wear their wedding bands to get better tips.<\/p>\n<p>lies. all around. men lying to get my attention. and all i&#8217;m looking for is some truth. a home. someone whose arms i can fall asleep in. or at the very least, tonight, a good story to write about.<\/p>\n<p>i think it&#8217;s because i wore red today. that was the issue. and it was like a break in the dam that wouldn&#8217;t stop flowing. i&#8217;d been avoiding wearing red in seattle, joking to myself that the men of seattle can&#8217;t handle me wearing red. but i wanted the red today to aid my creativity.<\/p>\n<p>and so that was the course for the night&#8211;men, women&#8211;as soon as i got rid of one, another one would sidle up. even when i was talking to the bartender, telling him i only have room for 1 in my entourage, and unless he can fit into snake eyes&#8217; outfit and be willing to die for me, i&#8217;m closed&#8211;these guys were filing by and touching my back, one by one.<\/p>\n<p>more of your fans, the bartender said.<\/p>\n<p>flattering, okay. but not the way i want it to be. i&#8217;m ready for next level shit. not idiots spitting game, acting like i&#8217;m a creature from some other place.<\/p>\n<p>tonight felt like one of those throwaway nights. mildly irritating. i think i would have felt better about it and more celebratory if i knew what i&#8217;m going to write about.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>zero 7 concert tonight. really missed sia, who&#8217;s not on this tour. went to amber to people watch and think about the story. met a dave, charles, seth, john&#8211;a line of guys who just kept taking the spot next to me, trying some angle with me. i was polite but kind of irritated because they [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2803","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sbl5mn-2803","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2803","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2803"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2803\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2803"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2803"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2803"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}