funfunfunfunfun!

8pm: finally finished my laundry and took a shower. got to the bar at around 9pm. everyone was already there. i showed up, said "omg, i came as soon as i heard! then i fell asleep, so that's why i'm late..." and got a good laugh and then proceeded to have a REALLY good time... listen:

Trish, her hubby Gary, Jessie, her sister Jocelyn (some history ahem), Jason, and Krissy were already there. i sat down between Joss and Gary and ordered two Sierra Nevada Pale Ales. they were already involved with one of our traditional pastimes: political debate. didn't last too long. tonight, for whatever reason, the focus was more on having a good time than about intellectual one-upmanship, which was a great change of pace for once! the first topics i was in on were teachers/education, and some other little shit. no gun debates, probably mainly because on our last hangout we had been debating gun control... me and Jason kept taking turns taking the lead, and then Trish (god love her!) (who showed up late), on her way out the door, whipped out a shitload of statistics out of her asshole and threw them all over everyone, and with a *snap* was out de do'! well, that pretty much ended things. the Good Left won.

so this time, the topic of guns didn't come up. in fact, hardly anything very controversial came up. we yacked and yacked and yacked. and then the DJ showed.

there was this really kooky bi chick on the dance floor who was the first person to dance, and stayed out there shakin her booty all night long. she kept pullin' people out to dance with her. somewhere along the way, when the DJ was still spinnin 80s classics, she pulled Trish out.

damn, never saw Trish dance before. not like that anyway.

i don't think she knows, but i've lusted after her since at least the third grade. she's not your classic beauty. in fact, i guess she was one of us nerds in high school. i do remember how amazingly she bloomed after high school (actually, sometime around her senior year she was drop-dead gorgeous, although if y'axed me, she was born that way). shit, i coulda spat fire on seeing her then. anyway, if she didn't have a husband, i'd-a been all over her. goddamn, she is one hot and sexy girl! mainly because 1) she's smarter than hell!! rock on! 2) she's left of left (call it what you will, ya bleedin' heart! ;) ), and 3) she is just.plain.bad-ass! i don't know how many times she's told me what am odd match her husband and her are. she's really loud and obnoxious (but in a wonderful sort of way, hee hee (rawk you crazy kooky freak!)), and he's insanely quiet. i like Gary, but shit... if.... anyway, count me as "in line". fuck, that girl rocks. and i had no idea she could dance like that! *bites palm*

so yeah, the kooky dancey chick pulled Trish out, and then James Brown's "Sex Machine" came on... of course, i didn't actually hafta be pulled out (was on my way already), but Trish apparently pointed me out and kooky dancey chick pulled me. i was one-a the first people to get dragged out, which was cool (usually i'm too shy to get out there an' boogie that early on, but i guess i've shaken off a lot of inhibitions or something lately). so i wiggled and shook my ass off for awhile. people actually watched me freak, which was weird. i never noticed that before, even back in the day when i'd REALLY freak to Skinny Puppy and Ministry, doing my "mad gorilla" dance. Good Times. danced a coupla other songs here and there. fuck i love to freak out and shake my shit for some good goddamn tunes!

lotsa talking and drinking and cheersing and good, good vibes!! only thing was, i didn't really get to talk with Jason and Krissy as much as usual. i love Krissy, she's so hip and practically freakin' perfect, and we always have great talks... we didn't get much bonding done tonight though, but wtf, she'll be around for awhile; there'll be plenty of opportunites to get to hang with her and Jason. they're getting married in one year, and will be back around x-mas, too. i need to make a road trip to go see them sometime, though. insanely cool people, even if Jason is an evil racist conservative so-called "libertarian", heh heh. >:)

this time, somehow, we managed to end the evening well before 5am, as you can see. and still had an amazingly great fuckin' time!!

Good Times! wooooo!!

swear to god, though: sometimes i wish i were an evil little shit....

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in Lambertville, N.J., in August, a nude Douglas B. Carroll, 24, was arrested at 3 a.m. and told police he thought running across a bridge naked, really fast, would bring rain; the next night, it rained. [The Intelligencer-Record (Doylestown, Pa.), 8-25-02]
(from www.NewsoftheWeird.com)

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this morning i woke up in intense pain. i felt like someone was forcing a poker into the underside of my left calf. i'm a pretty violent sleeper, so i guess i must have pulled something or temporarily herniated myself somehow. it went away after a while, but it's been sore as hell all day.

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i love The Gilmore Girls. easily the most charming show on teevee... everybody is so clever on that show. kids should watch that show so they grow up to be funny and spontaneous and quick-witted, especially if they have dull, average parents and peers. and Lauren Graham... *bites palm*

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i forgot to mention that last night in the parking lot the dancing girl came past as she left. she grabbed Jessie and started sobbing. Jessie later told me that she was having some kind of custody battle for her kids. that killed me... the most carefree and happyfriendly person at the party, sobbing afterwards. all day long i've been thinking about how she didn't stop dancing the whole night and how she was utterly the life of the crowd and got the whole place jumpin and jivin to the wild african beat of the sweaty rock and roll. i cursed myself for not saying something nice to her, but i was too drunk to be charming anyway.

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my dad and his girlfriend are coming out next sunday. i really wanted to just be alone or hang out with some cool people. maybe i'll get up early and just split for somewhere.

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i have to remember to call the shop in Indy tomorrow so i can get my fourtrack fixed. hopefully i can just maybe mail it in or something. i dunno. funny thing is, i actually considered dropping it off, then going up north for peace talks; but this week i flipped out after some casual LJ banter went from silly-sarcastic to virtual foodfighting to suddenly uncool, and eventually decided to literally drop off entirely in order to save the world from e-sploding. some things were just not meant to happen. or else, they were meant to happen, but in an altogether different universe.

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so out of sheer laziness, i never have unjoined polyamory, a community i joined when i was still interested in flooding and had hope that i could come to terms with being one of a flock, 1/n^th of a boyfriend... this means that in digging through the thousands of news feeds that now comprise my seemingly substance-free (by that i mean it's 95% news and 5% friends now) friends page, i ran across a link to a funny Straight Dope thread/debate on polyamory. i'll be interested to see how folks take my two cents, considering i start off by bashing polyamory and end up defending it. meh, i don't call me the Brazen Lily for nuffin.

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they painted a solid double line down my street today. that is the funniest thing i think i've seen in years. for those who don't know, my street is a tiny quiet little one-lane street in a sleepy little suburb. it sees maybe forty cars in a day.