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Sep. 13th, 2002 02:33 pmtim last night, jp today, and niq and singh and so many peeps i hadnt seen in so long. this is what comes from not going out anymore. what's wrong with me anyway?
ok, first of all, oni opening tonight from 7 to 10, you know you want to come. i wont be there before 8, very likely. i have an extra pass to runnin' for 2steppin afterward, if'n you want. i probably wont stick around long, g's set is from 11-12 or so. and you know how i feel about the non-g djs. afterward? no plans. anyone doing anything fun tonight?
and.. why is every man in boston trying to make me non-monogamous? crikey! im trying here, i really am, and it's easier than it's ever been from my side. but it certainly does get tried over and over. last night was fun. i wore my tennis skirt with my brand new super DIY tube sock arm warmers, and these two really SQUARE guys came up to me and one was all "are you a cheerleader?"
he was pretty stupid. his friend was slightly better. they both grew up in easthampton so we compared smith stories.. i knew of a couple of the people he mentiond, and he totally guessed my house. they asked me what was about to happen, and i told them about drum and bass (it's dead, you know). the slightly smarter guy was like "i really only listen to jazz..." so we talked about that for a while, and i was well on my way to getting into mariah-music-conversation-lockdown. fear that. the slightly better guy was also pretty hot, although in that aggressively american boy next store abercrombie model type way. and his friend soon left and he was standing entirely too close to me.
i had a twinge, but only just. my new aussie friend walked in, as did cool and the gang and, since i invited v, i figured i should take care of her a bit. i made my exeunt an hour later, after some crazy dancing, after the good dj switched to the bad dj, i was happy to get home and fall fast asleep.
one of the beautiful things about the last few years is that ive rediscovered the joy of sleeping in a big soft marvelous bed, all alone. if you outfit your bed just right, you can be perfectly happy every night for at least 10 minutes before you fall asleep. and 10 minutes a day of perfect happiness is nothing to sneeze at, padre.
oh i also saw possession at the coolidge last night. i wouldnt bother if you havent read the book. i enjoyed it because of the book, but other than that it was pretty bad. the story within the story was reasonably believable (although if the lamott character had been any more matronly i would have shot myself) for sparks and such, and i really liked the lesbian lover's face. but paltrow and her soap star chinned boyfriend were _hideously_ cold. not a spark between them. it's hard to pull off, the ice queen love thing. they should have gotten fish to play maud.
i ran into jp this morning outside my house. he's ok, but sounds a little mixed up in relationship land. i got to pat him on the head and give him advice he wont take and cluck like an old hen. it's so sad to watch him dampen his high spirit for some boring girl. he's got this enthusiasm and light that someone is making him keep under wraps and out in _wrentham_ for god's sake. grar.
so that's that. ive loved running into my old posse. i am more and more convinced of the goodness of my friends from the last three years. every time i run into even people i havent seen in a while, i am so happy to have known the marvelous spirits i have.
ok, first of all, oni opening tonight from 7 to 10, you know you want to come. i wont be there before 8, very likely. i have an extra pass to runnin' for 2steppin afterward, if'n you want. i probably wont stick around long, g's set is from 11-12 or so. and you know how i feel about the non-g djs. afterward? no plans. anyone doing anything fun tonight?
and.. why is every man in boston trying to make me non-monogamous? crikey! im trying here, i really am, and it's easier than it's ever been from my side. but it certainly does get tried over and over. last night was fun. i wore my tennis skirt with my brand new super DIY tube sock arm warmers, and these two really SQUARE guys came up to me and one was all "are you a cheerleader?"
he was pretty stupid. his friend was slightly better. they both grew up in easthampton so we compared smith stories.. i knew of a couple of the people he mentiond, and he totally guessed my house. they asked me what was about to happen, and i told them about drum and bass (it's dead, you know). the slightly smarter guy was like "i really only listen to jazz..." so we talked about that for a while, and i was well on my way to getting into mariah-music-conversation-lockdown. fear that. the slightly better guy was also pretty hot, although in that aggressively american boy next store abercrombie model type way. and his friend soon left and he was standing entirely too close to me.
i had a twinge, but only just. my new aussie friend walked in, as did cool and the gang and, since i invited v, i figured i should take care of her a bit. i made my exeunt an hour later, after some crazy dancing, after the good dj switched to the bad dj, i was happy to get home and fall fast asleep.
one of the beautiful things about the last few years is that ive rediscovered the joy of sleeping in a big soft marvelous bed, all alone. if you outfit your bed just right, you can be perfectly happy every night for at least 10 minutes before you fall asleep. and 10 minutes a day of perfect happiness is nothing to sneeze at, padre.
oh i also saw possession at the coolidge last night. i wouldnt bother if you havent read the book. i enjoyed it because of the book, but other than that it was pretty bad. the story within the story was reasonably believable (although if the lamott character had been any more matronly i would have shot myself) for sparks and such, and i really liked the lesbian lover's face. but paltrow and her soap star chinned boyfriend were _hideously_ cold. not a spark between them. it's hard to pull off, the ice queen love thing. they should have gotten fish to play maud.
i ran into jp this morning outside my house. he's ok, but sounds a little mixed up in relationship land. i got to pat him on the head and give him advice he wont take and cluck like an old hen. it's so sad to watch him dampen his high spirit for some boring girl. he's got this enthusiasm and light that someone is making him keep under wraps and out in _wrentham_ for god's sake. grar.
so that's that. ive loved running into my old posse. i am more and more convinced of the goodness of my friends from the last three years. every time i run into even people i havent seen in a while, i am so happy to have known the marvelous spirits i have.
