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Stepping out
Mar. 22nd, 2003 04:37 amWhat a long day.
After what appeared to be the never ending workday, and a virtual labyrinth of traffic I came home to my dearest Grandmother going off on The War. Again. God bless her, she's wonderful, but this must stop. Especially coupled with the quotes from the book of Revelations, I do believe that I might go mad slowly...like Michael Jackson crazy...
I did manage to get some food down my gullet, and then a quick nap, and then I got semi-done up and then out to Underground for booze, carousing, and dancing. As you can tell, this has become an ongoing theme in my weekly existance.
I've discoverd that going to this particular club has become a weekly reunion of sorts. In the last four years, I've managed to make quite a few friends in "The Scene", and when I drop out from the major part of it, I don't see them. Now, with two weeks in a row of hitting Underground, I've bumped into folks who I haven't seen in weeks, if not months. Kinda weird, but cool.
I got my flirt on again--which, if you keep with me long enough, you'll learn is a rare and neat happening. Needless to say, I chatted up a couple of folks, and was introduced to far many more, and then ended up chatting with this nice young lass from Boston (No one, it would seem, is actually from LA, save for a handful of us) who gave me her phone number--as a friend, of course.
But I did discover that she's bitter too, albeit for completely different reasons. She thought this to be a good connection point and stoked up the conversation from there. And I do miss witty conversation with the womensfolks. It's just...um...hot...HOT dammit!
Witty conversation and eye contact...but...I...di...gress...
I ended up bumping into one of my nearest and dearest and oldest friends The Goddessanna. Of course, Anna, being who Anna is, promptly introduced me to the folks that she had with her--which included a very crass, blue mouthed, sarcastic, slightly bitchy, bespectacled brunette. Needless to say, I was enthralled. So it goes, and so it goes.
Managed to limp my tired, buzzed arse home...now...if I can only survive doing this again tomorrow, mowing the lawn, hanging out with my Britt club buddy, Glen, on Sunday, and then an Oscar party.
I'm so not looking forward to work on Monday. Shame that it's already in my head.
After what appeared to be the never ending workday, and a virtual labyrinth of traffic I came home to my dearest Grandmother going off on The War. Again. God bless her, she's wonderful, but this must stop. Especially coupled with the quotes from the book of Revelations, I do believe that I might go mad slowly...like Michael Jackson crazy...
I did manage to get some food down my gullet, and then a quick nap, and then I got semi-done up and then out to Underground for booze, carousing, and dancing. As you can tell, this has become an ongoing theme in my weekly existance.
I've discoverd that going to this particular club has become a weekly reunion of sorts. In the last four years, I've managed to make quite a few friends in "The Scene", and when I drop out from the major part of it, I don't see them. Now, with two weeks in a row of hitting Underground, I've bumped into folks who I haven't seen in weeks, if not months. Kinda weird, but cool.
I got my flirt on again--which, if you keep with me long enough, you'll learn is a rare and neat happening. Needless to say, I chatted up a couple of folks, and was introduced to far many more, and then ended up chatting with this nice young lass from Boston (No one, it would seem, is actually from LA, save for a handful of us) who gave me her phone number--as a friend, of course.
But I did discover that she's bitter too, albeit for completely different reasons. She thought this to be a good connection point and stoked up the conversation from there. And I do miss witty conversation with the womensfolks. It's just...um...hot...HOT dammit!
Witty conversation and eye contact...but...I...di...gress...
I ended up bumping into one of my nearest and dearest and oldest friends The Goddessanna. Of course, Anna, being who Anna is, promptly introduced me to the folks that she had with her--which included a very crass, blue mouthed, sarcastic, slightly bitchy, bespectacled brunette. Needless to say, I was enthralled. So it goes, and so it goes.
Managed to limp my tired, buzzed arse home...now...if I can only survive doing this again tomorrow, mowing the lawn, hanging out with my Britt club buddy, Glen, on Sunday, and then an Oscar party.
I'm so not looking forward to work on Monday. Shame that it's already in my head.
