rackmount | the bbq was more of a roast

i was named an angel, if only because i cannot imagine a more graceful way to handle a drunk russian dude curled up at my feet.

partly my fault. he mentioned knives, and i suspect i perked up too much at mention of spider co. i have the yin-yang shaped flip-knife, handsized, kinda girly in a knifey way. naturally he had one of the mid-sized knives that look like they should be thrown. i like miniatures, i don't care about seeming hardcore.

"you wear black" (it was one of those rare all-black nights; i hadnt worn my scooba-stylee shirt in a while). "i wear black because that's the way i feel on the inside."

he didnt get the joke. reminded me of ian missing my 2step stilletto comment.

later in the evening, he wondered if i were not feeling so.. ahem... black.

"black is not necessarily bad," i said. HB and the doctor perked up perfectly. "it could mean she's powerful." "or sleek." i smiled. "exactly."

but at some point it was clear he had designs, so i tried to look at him only when necessary, when he was more or less shouting at me, trying to get my attention. i tried to push the conversation in a more general direction, tried to join with everyone else. it got so bad that HB told me my fly was down (it more or less wasnt). partly successful at stopping an ill-concieved conversation, but also successful at drawing everyone's attention to my groin. eeee!

the night ended as he claimed tiredness and lay on the floor next to my feet. flames literally _shot_ out of HBs eyes. i was just sort of taken aback. who does that? as we were leaving, he apologized for being inappropriate. which was so awkward.

oh i nearly forgot the best part. at some point, he told me how he had fallen in with so many types of people that he could get along with anyone, a _social_chameleon_. i nearly spit out my drink. this, while the host was worriedly trying to shush him, and everyone else was rolling their eyes.

but this only after a few lovely stolen moments, burgers on the rooftop, a subtly graded sky, fifteen minutes in costa rica. and the doctor's surprise and happiness and reded milky skin. and d. drove the three of us home, and we stopped by the charlestown navy yard, to look at the consitution and laugh and laugh. up to no good.