So, this is how the weekend went.
FRIDAY:
Friday night was Kink at Detours. Normally this would not register on my list of things to do; Kink night at the gay bar is, frankly, totally out of character for me. But Jeff'n'Gina were going with two of their friends, one of whom was breaking in a new leather corset and the other of which was dressing as a school girl and I'm not made of stone. So off I went. It was... interesting, and there was some decent music so we danced a while. I find that no matter what the venue or how much I had felt like dancing previously in the evening, I always have more fun dancing than not dancing, so dance I did. And if anyone had asked just who I was with, Jeff or Gina, I was funny prepared to look them in the eye and ask "Can't it be both?"
Gina thinks there was someone in particular I was hoping to see/hit on at the bar. Gina thinks she knows a lot more than Gina knows.
SATURDAY:
And then my alarm malfunctioned. Instead of waking up in enough time to get some things done before work, I woke up when I was supposed to be at work, and thus was a half hour late and didn't have time to shower. The morning after club night. Merciful Zeus but I was gross.
INTERVAL: DON'T FORGET, SPY WHO LEFT ME OPENS IN EIGHT DAYS! TICKETS STILL AVAILABLE!
SUNDAY:
Rehearsal, as standard, then... OSCAR PARTY! WOO! At least... it should have been woo... normaly I love the Oscars. I never miss them, I keep score at home, and for the last five years I've organsied parties and betting pools in their honour. But this year... they felt hollow to me. Must be the fact that for the first time in years I haven't seen any of the nominees. Not for lack of desire, strictly for lack of time and money, but still... nothing. The party was still fun, even if bloody Olav won the pool. Plus I was slipped some "Illicit substance" to be "smoked like a cigarette" at a time of my choosing, so decent day all around.
And today I sat through the dullest theatre meeting yet. But I made it, and ate pizza later.
That'll hold me for a few days. Talk to y'all later.
-Danny G
What you need, son, if you dont mind me saying, is a good solid plan. Or you could just throw a rock.
-Robert Fraser
FRIDAY:
Friday night was Kink at Detours. Normally this would not register on my list of things to do; Kink night at the gay bar is, frankly, totally out of character for me. But Jeff'n'Gina were going with two of their friends, one of whom was breaking in a new leather corset and the other of which was dressing as a school girl and I'm not made of stone. So off I went. It was... interesting, and there was some decent music so we danced a while. I find that no matter what the venue or how much I had felt like dancing previously in the evening, I always have more fun dancing than not dancing, so dance I did. And if anyone had asked just who I was with, Jeff or Gina, I was funny prepared to look them in the eye and ask "Can't it be both?"
Gina thinks there was someone in particular I was hoping to see/hit on at the bar. Gina thinks she knows a lot more than Gina knows.
SATURDAY:
And then my alarm malfunctioned. Instead of waking up in enough time to get some things done before work, I woke up when I was supposed to be at work, and thus was a half hour late and didn't have time to shower. The morning after club night. Merciful Zeus but I was gross.
INTERVAL: DON'T FORGET, SPY WHO LEFT ME OPENS IN EIGHT DAYS! TICKETS STILL AVAILABLE!
SUNDAY:
Rehearsal, as standard, then... OSCAR PARTY! WOO! At least... it should have been woo... normaly I love the Oscars. I never miss them, I keep score at home, and for the last five years I've organsied parties and betting pools in their honour. But this year... they felt hollow to me. Must be the fact that for the first time in years I haven't seen any of the nominees. Not for lack of desire, strictly for lack of time and money, but still... nothing. The party was still fun, even if bloody Olav won the pool. Plus I was slipped some "Illicit substance" to be "smoked like a cigarette" at a time of my choosing, so decent day all around.
And today I sat through the dullest theatre meeting yet. But I made it, and ate pizza later.
That'll hold me for a few days. Talk to y'all later.
-Danny G
What you need, son, if you dont mind me saying, is a good solid plan. Or you could just throw a rock.
-Robert Fraser
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
whitewidow:
Thanks hun - your right. One day - I may even dance again.
rin:
i don't remember the one i read. it had magrat the fairy godmother in it though. and thank you for the offer. it's easier to borrow books from people than from the library because then i don't have to track them down in the system first.