had to go to the post office after work today to mail my
rent and my copy of a key to my apartment...so, of course i
had to go to the 3300, as well.
bobby was tending bar and he seems to like me rather a lot. he bought me a drink and gave me jukebox money--though
i tipped him out enough for the drink when i left--i never know whether i should buy him a drink or not--anyway.
come-hither irish sleaze hottie
was there...but i was talking to nice but irritating
bore. he would not shut up, and i would have rather talked to almost anyone else. he's one of those people who talks really
slowly, too, so you really can't EVER turn away to talk to anyone else, because
he's just never fucking FINISHED.
anyway, drank a couple ciders and then pirouetted out the door. now anubis is on my
lap and i'm thinking about what i
am going to have for dinner and how early i am going
to need to get up to go to my meeting tomorrow morning in redwood city.
oi.
i should probably drink some water.
{title=a little drunk...}
{datestamp=200210021803}
i don't even particularly
remember friday, but i know
that i had a delicious nap after school and then
slept better that night than i have in months.
saturday morning i went
downtown with jeffrey for a bit and then came home,
napped some more and then alice came over and we had
drinks and a poor excuse for dinner before going off to the "grown
up" party down in the marina, which was rather horrifying, though all the
people were friendly enough. it was just
so obvious that i didn't belong in this amazingly
gorgeous marina apartment with all these middle-aged rich blonds dancing like
the gopher from caddyshack. we stayed for an hour or two,
enjoyed the priceless view from the roof and balcony, chatted with
there was some live irish bluegrass playing which
meant that we couldn't play the jukebox, but they were good and the atmosphere
is always a pleasure. i, of course, was seated next to a really old drunk guy who
was chatting me up...we closed the place down and then walked home.
we both woke up by 730 the next morning, which is odd considering how late we
were up. we went and got some breakie at the hungry joe's on
church--def. NOT vegetarian, as alice's chicken apple
sausage would attest--and then decided to go down to the haight
for a while.
it was still early for the haight--
after that alice and i
wandered and did some shopping. i tried on the most
appalling dress i have ever had on my body at held
over--it looked nice on the hanger, a loden green
ribbon vintage number--but when i put it on it just
clung to every roll of fat and misshapen part of me--i
looked worse, by far, in this dress than i look naked
because it made my fat spots CAST SHADOWS.
it was a horror show.
i did, however, get a lovely black velvet evening
scarf and alice got a few cute things...we popped in
for cider and boy watching and then went down to lower haight
for further drinking and ethiopian grub for a late
lunch.
when
and then i think i went to
bed! all that drinking started to take
its toll and i was sleeeeeeepy.
what a lovely weekend!
{title=a particularly lovely weekend...}
{datestamp=200210071252}
last night i went to see
<I>moonlight mile</I> with jeffrey--basically
for the obvious reason that i am mad for jake gyllenhaal.
it was a good movie--a little predictable in parts, but not as formulaic as it
could have been. i
really like susan sarandon,
too, so there were a lot of nice people to watch and a good, cathartic bit of
empathetic grief and sadness. it was
also a good crowd--no cell phones and no talking once the movie started, which
is practically never the case these days.
anyway, as we walked out and toward the train, we were talking about the movie
and it made me both wistful and bitter...i want to be
in love and i'm not and it's unlikely that it's going
to happen any time soon at the rate i'm going
here. at least i
can say i'm in the "loved and lost"
category, i suppose.
that should be some comfort, but it's not.
<P>whatever.
at least i have my cat.
{title=melancholy and bitter}
{datestamp=200210081111}
i went up to arcata this weekend and i had a
great time, but i'm getting less and less patient
with the driving.
still, it's the only way i get to see my mom and
i had a really nice time with
while i was up there, my mom and i
hit the thrift shops and such, as is our wont.
pretty much the funniest thing that happened was when my mom and i went to the flea market in eureka. we were walking around and we came to a table
with a bunch of glass pipes...and she asked what they were, so i told her they were pipes...then she said "but there
is a hole in them", and so i had to explain the carb...and then the lady who owned the booth came up and
gave my mom a whole blow-by-blow of how to hold the pipe and what type of
people prefer what type of pipe. it cracked me up.
my other funny story--well, i thought it was
funny!--has to do with me going out with jeffrey on thursday night. we
went and had a drink at delerium and then got
burritos at pancho villa...el noche
is right next door, a fancy gay cholo bar, so we went
there after dinner and already fairly drunk and etc.
we sat at the bar and we were chatting with each other and talking to the
incredibly cute bartender, hugo, all with a
background of a huge, larger-than-life painting of a naked man with a prominent
erection on the wall behind us. when jeffrey got up
to go use the ATM machine, hugo started asking me if
we were from out of town and then if we were "just friends" and i honestly think he thought we were a couple and that we
somehow didn't know we were in a gay bar!
it absolutely cracked me up. (of
course, i was drunk on cider and mojitos
at that point...)
anyway, i just heard the final bell of the day and i think i am going to pretend
like i don't have a lot of work to do and go
home.
i miss home and i miss anubis when i am away. right now i am also
missing lunch.
{title=long weekend in arcata}
{datestamp=200210151436}
i had this dream that i was walking through a city--it was supposed to be
anyway, in this dream i am in the courtyard of an
apartment, very open and sort of mediterranean. i am looking at the art and i'm
enjoying it, but i have to leave. then i'm
walking through the streets on my way to a date or something, and i see this sort of ladder/slide down a hill. at this point, the place looks sort of like
i end up down on the grass, making out with this
small blond girl...we're kissing and rolling around and then a loud buzzing
noise comes up and this thing appears and starts spinning out of the sky toward
us that i swear looked just like a big ruffles potato
chip. i break
it up, but it re-forms and i have to completely crush
it along with help from the girl and her boyfriend...somewhere along the line i get passed off to the boyfriend and he is going to take
me home, as it's getting late. first he
is going to drive me and then a friend of his is going to drive us, but he is
just stoned and doesn't seem to feel like getting me home at all. finally he says that he hears the J train coming
and we should just go catch it, but i think it's too
far away...we cut through this sort of bad area and are pl
he is menacing, but he is also sort of comic.
he's obviously all fucked up on something and doesn't seem to really
know what to do with us. he assumes we
are a couple, though after the first few moments we spent together, the
boyfriend isn't really that appealing.
the bad guy starts to go through my wallet and there are pictures of my
ex-boyfriends and he wants me to tell him about them and then tell him how this
new guy fits in. he steals the $30 i have in my wallet and then forces us to smoke some
crystal or crack or something, even though i don't
want to do it...
about then i woke up.
it was a really odd dream and i'm not sure what to
make of it. the fact that i've dreamt about this same place three nights in a row and
yet it isn't a "real" place is intriguing. also, i suppose, i am working out some boyfriend angst, as the exs have been turning up.
shawn twice and paul several times...and the
fact that i was getting it on with a girl but then
got passed along to a boy--wonder what that's all about.
anyway, wanted to write it down before i forgot all
about it; i wish i had for the other
dreams.
{title=dream}
{datestamp=200210171016}
i am so ready for a
weekend. preferably a drunken orgy of a
weekend, but, that failing, a nice long nap would do.
oh, and speaking of orgies, i got a fairly amusing
suggestive phone call here at the library yesterday, asking if i had "any of them sex books". thus far, no one i
know has admitted to doing it, but i can't imagine it
was really a random occurrence.
i think i need to buy a new
bottle of jagermeister so i
can make some red-headed sluts. what
could be better than that?
{title=red-headed slut, anyone?}
{datestamp=200210181122}
it's been busy lately and i've
been easily distracted, as well.
this weekend i helped cati
with an amazingly cute (if i do say so myself)
handmade book for one of her classes--many exhausting hours, but time well
spent. i also
spent time this weekend in libraryland, shopping with
now i'm breathing a brief sigh of relief to have the
last homework done and waiting in grim anticipation for the next bout to come
through. this teacher is not a good online
instructor, though he is a bit of a hottie.
{title=testing, testing...}
{datestamp=200210281201}