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Let me tell you what's happened
Jul. 9th, 2001 03:14 amNo, it would take too long, let me sum up:
Thursday: Work on the Cape, drive to P-Town for Fun With Bret (Patent pending). I can't get any money because the *&$%^$ bank hasn't credited my deposit yet. Bret offers to "hook me up". OK, get down there, meet up with Bret, have dinner at Bubulua's on the Beach *grin* and head off, after a shower, to Vixen, the Ladies' club. Ok, make that dyke bar. Really. It was pretty neat. We got pretty tanked, and browsed, but there were no (straight) men for me, or (straight) women for him. So we looked, and contemplated dancing (they didn't play anything I liked) and trekked back to the hotel. Ok, we listed to port back to the hotel. Pehaps "stagger" is the word I'm looking for. Ran into one of the old bouncers from ManRay, who recognized me, and gave me a sloppy hug and kiss on the cheek. *sigh*
I think I contemplated sleeping (like *SLEEPING*) with Bret, but resisted the intent. It's like Lou, I just can't go back, I want something new. Oh, and the keyword is CCHHOOOOOOO! *lol* Margaret Cho, to be exact, hopefully we'll be seeing her, I have to email the usual suspects for it.
Friday - Sleep very late, get breakfast and money (Yah stupid bank) Do some shopping, hitting the infamous SHop Therapy, Spank the Monkey (a jewelry store), Cock and Bull (A leather goods store) and the P-Town Fudge Shop (candy. REALLY! I mean it!) We went to Toys of Eros and Bret bought a collar, it's a bow tie, in leather. It suits him. Leave about 4 PM to get out Bret's way and head to ManRay. I probably should have stayed, I felt wierd leaving him alone, but as he pointed out he'd been fine all week. But, hemming and hawing about going to MR didn't help. Finally I got my ass up, and put my Pony Falls in and trekked out. I looked good, and felt good, but didn't see anyone, besides Feline, who said they were coming, and No Ben, which worries me. It means he was stuck somewhere, possibly with Erin and that's bad. Thanks to Pope Tom for putting bad images in my head. Drove Pat and EloniSaki home, and felt the intense depression falling over Eloni. Poor thing. I have to take her out sometime this week, she's someone I'd like to get to know better.
Saturday - Got up WICKED late, cleaned, got my new check card *yeah* then booked over to Nick's for a BBQ. I at least finally got to talk to KA about some things that had been on my mind, and described a "situation" to her. I don't blame her for keeping to herself, and she's right, her life is not for public consumption, but I think she's shut out a lot of things, including me becuase of it. And theres; the whole "we want Jen to come, whom do we NOT invite" *sigh* I think _I_ should make that decision, thanks. Like later, when I went to Clover's. I didn't really want to, but it was important to her. Her damn roommates are too frickin perky! Anyway, end up staying for a bit, drooling over a cutie honey little goth boy, whom Sarah knows, and I may express an interest in, if he's looking for a dom, I think that's all I'd be able to be to him, he's too young. After talking about sushi with her, she talks me into late night snackage at Ginza. Another night of Green Tea Ice Cream at 2:30 in the morning. *lol*
Sunday - remembering LAST MINUTE (Bad Tia no biscuit!) her showcase, and book around to get over there, as she was doing monologues, and I'm glad I went! It was SOOO good, I almost want to act myself. She did Marie Antoinette, and a woman named Carole, who lived in Ptown and Nebekenezer form something called "Noah's Archives" Sheesh, I should read more! Then I talked them, and myself, into going out for a drinking with the class. HE was there too, and his friend was very good, really funny. Then a quick ride home, to get out to Communion. Poor Dan was so not good, and I think he snuck out before we could say goodnight, which is odd. But I was consistently distracted by the boy I call Neo, for the long Matrix jacket he wears, and the fact that he actually seemed to notice me this time, but he's young. Recurring theme, I know.
Something that bugs me tho, is something my sister told me before I went out. Seems my father, also know as the BIG dickhead, has decided I don't "deserve" to see my half sister while she's here for a visit, unless I'm "adult" enough to arrange it though him. He doesn't reward "bad behavior", whatever that means. I've got his "bad behavior" right here. I mean he SERIOUSLY doesn't know the can of worms he's opening. I have NO problem causing a scene. I can bitch someone out at the top of my lungs, hell I figured I'd have to do it weeks ago, but somebody chickened out *LOL*. I can take him, I've got a lot of pent up rage and father issues. He has NO clue. I'll just go pick her up and take her shopping, and he really won't be able to stop me. He's far too distracted with his own pathetic life to notice she's missing. I swear, I should sue him for back child support, and for half my college education, that ought to shut him RIGHT the hell up about "blame" and "adult". Yeah, I'm being juvenile? See you in court, asshole, and bring your checkbook. My mother raised a mercenary, thank you. (Now do you see why I don't want a boyfriend? I'm vindictive. He's my father and I'm plotting revenge. To my defense he IS a gigantic asshole, keeps telling me nothing that went wrong in his marriage was "his" fault, that he's the "victim". Funny I think the children he's abandoned, the three I know about anyway, the real victims, but that's my opinion.)
So, now off to email, although I think I'm going to put most of it off til tomorrow, before I keep a long due appointment. I hope to have much stuff done before day's end. Then to Ceremony.
Oh and make plans for next weekend *lol*
Thursday: Work on the Cape, drive to P-Town for Fun With Bret (Patent pending). I can't get any money because the *&$%^$ bank hasn't credited my deposit yet. Bret offers to "hook me up". OK, get down there, meet up with Bret, have dinner at Bubulua's on the Beach *grin* and head off, after a shower, to Vixen, the Ladies' club. Ok, make that dyke bar. Really. It was pretty neat. We got pretty tanked, and browsed, but there were no (straight) men for me, or (straight) women for him. So we looked, and contemplated dancing (they didn't play anything I liked) and trekked back to the hotel. Ok, we listed to port back to the hotel. Pehaps "stagger" is the word I'm looking for. Ran into one of the old bouncers from ManRay, who recognized me, and gave me a sloppy hug and kiss on the cheek. *sigh*
I think I contemplated sleeping (like *SLEEPING*) with Bret, but resisted the intent. It's like Lou, I just can't go back, I want something new. Oh, and the keyword is CCHHOOOOOOO! *lol* Margaret Cho, to be exact, hopefully we'll be seeing her, I have to email the usual suspects for it.
Friday - Sleep very late, get breakfast and money (Yah stupid bank) Do some shopping, hitting the infamous SHop Therapy, Spank the Monkey (a jewelry store), Cock and Bull (A leather goods store) and the P-Town Fudge Shop (candy. REALLY! I mean it!) We went to Toys of Eros and Bret bought a collar, it's a bow tie, in leather. It suits him. Leave about 4 PM to get out Bret's way and head to ManRay. I probably should have stayed, I felt wierd leaving him alone, but as he pointed out he'd been fine all week. But, hemming and hawing about going to MR didn't help. Finally I got my ass up, and put my Pony Falls in and trekked out. I looked good, and felt good, but didn't see anyone, besides Feline, who said they were coming, and No Ben, which worries me. It means he was stuck somewhere, possibly with Erin and that's bad. Thanks to Pope Tom for putting bad images in my head. Drove Pat and EloniSaki home, and felt the intense depression falling over Eloni. Poor thing. I have to take her out sometime this week, she's someone I'd like to get to know better.
Saturday - Got up WICKED late, cleaned, got my new check card *yeah* then booked over to Nick's for a BBQ. I at least finally got to talk to KA about some things that had been on my mind, and described a "situation" to her. I don't blame her for keeping to herself, and she's right, her life is not for public consumption, but I think she's shut out a lot of things, including me becuase of it. And theres; the whole "we want Jen to come, whom do we NOT invite" *sigh* I think _I_ should make that decision, thanks. Like later, when I went to Clover's. I didn't really want to, but it was important to her. Her damn roommates are too frickin perky! Anyway, end up staying for a bit, drooling over a cutie honey little goth boy, whom Sarah knows, and I may express an interest in, if he's looking for a dom, I think that's all I'd be able to be to him, he's too young. After talking about sushi with her, she talks me into late night snackage at Ginza. Another night of Green Tea Ice Cream at 2:30 in the morning. *lol*
Sunday - remembering LAST MINUTE (Bad Tia no biscuit!) her showcase, and book around to get over there, as she was doing monologues, and I'm glad I went! It was SOOO good, I almost want to act myself. She did Marie Antoinette, and a woman named Carole, who lived in Ptown and Nebekenezer form something called "Noah's Archives" Sheesh, I should read more! Then I talked them, and myself, into going out for a drinking with the class. HE was there too, and his friend was very good, really funny. Then a quick ride home, to get out to Communion. Poor Dan was so not good, and I think he snuck out before we could say goodnight, which is odd. But I was consistently distracted by the boy I call Neo, for the long Matrix jacket he wears, and the fact that he actually seemed to notice me this time, but he's young. Recurring theme, I know.
Something that bugs me tho, is something my sister told me before I went out. Seems my father, also know as the BIG dickhead, has decided I don't "deserve" to see my half sister while she's here for a visit, unless I'm "adult" enough to arrange it though him. He doesn't reward "bad behavior", whatever that means. I've got his "bad behavior" right here. I mean he SERIOUSLY doesn't know the can of worms he's opening. I have NO problem causing a scene. I can bitch someone out at the top of my lungs, hell I figured I'd have to do it weeks ago, but somebody chickened out *LOL*. I can take him, I've got a lot of pent up rage and father issues. He has NO clue. I'll just go pick her up and take her shopping, and he really won't be able to stop me. He's far too distracted with his own pathetic life to notice she's missing. I swear, I should sue him for back child support, and for half my college education, that ought to shut him RIGHT the hell up about "blame" and "adult". Yeah, I'm being juvenile? See you in court, asshole, and bring your checkbook. My mother raised a mercenary, thank you. (Now do you see why I don't want a boyfriend? I'm vindictive. He's my father and I'm plotting revenge. To my defense he IS a gigantic asshole, keeps telling me nothing that went wrong in his marriage was "his" fault, that he's the "victim". Funny I think the children he's abandoned, the three I know about anyway, the real victims, but that's my opinion.)
So, now off to email, although I think I'm going to put most of it off til tomorrow, before I keep a long due appointment. I hope to have much stuff done before day's end. Then to Ceremony.
Oh and make plans for next weekend *lol*
