So much to write about this crazy up and down I've been spinning on. Feel like I'm in that whirly thing that ROMPER ROOM opened with...(howz that for "old skool"...Geezers?).
I could just go on blah blah blah about the observations I've had over the last 72 hours, things I think about posting when I'm in them and when I get to the computer, they just fizzled out or are still jelling in my brain not ready for consumption. But being who I am...here are just a few:
Yesterday had a day of spiritual relief with a friend who, for a living, provides hours of entertainment to those who savor outlandish characters who chop people up. I learned about my own monster as well--The Thwarted Femme Fatale...short story to follow.
Observing the awkward pick up lines of social stunted drunk twenty-somethings at a bar. Last night I did the bar-hop thing with a new friend, something I haven't done in years because it became stunted from years of working in bars. First we went to try out The Derby for some swing dancing and I have been "not money" that I didn't realize that swing dance is not on Saturdays. Roarding down to Glendale where we stopped off at BigFoot Lodge...LINE!!! http://www.dionysusrecords.com/bigfoot/lodge.html
The old snobbery of having had the velvet rope treatment I suggested The Roost, sat amongst the nagahyde and hipsters, reminscenced about the times we would see Elliot Smith and then of course his gruesome demise. http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/news/03-10/22.shtml
Reaching my limit after having Mr. Sixty with well greased pompadour wink at me,we were out the door returning to the BigFoot Lodge. Still wearing my designated driver badge, I soberly took in the atmosphere of The Ramones blasting from the DJ booth, clusters of chronic hipsters surrounding the bar, stank from the Anchor Steam and Camels cigarettes and the atypical ratio of men to women at 10 to 2. While walking back from the bathroom this guy with a curly mop top hair do catches my eye then pops out in front of me, palms my forehead with a pumping motion and blurts out "wah wah". Startled and having been out of touch with the mating rituals of drunken bar guys who perform mind melds as foreplay, I give him this perplexed look and he quickly retreats into his social anxiety by diverting his eyes and shirking his composure. I looked at him and having had a recent revelation (see aforementioned comment) for this condition and well...also a certain penchant for socially awkward twenty-somethings, I returned his open-handed mind meld along with my version of "WAH WAH". He gorked and I checked the room again to be sure we didn't crash a dating mixer for Star Trek.
Last but not least, pontification clarification number three. My scales have begun to shed and although I alternate from bitchy to glee, the shiny new skin is showing!
Thanks to all of you for your reflections about my recent love junkie stuff and I loved reading all the responses to the questions I left, so to spurn up more stuff...
What are some of the cheesiest pick up lines you've encountered?
Ciao!
I could just go on blah blah blah about the observations I've had over the last 72 hours, things I think about posting when I'm in them and when I get to the computer, they just fizzled out or are still jelling in my brain not ready for consumption. But being who I am...here are just a few:
Yesterday had a day of spiritual relief with a friend who, for a living, provides hours of entertainment to those who savor outlandish characters who chop people up. I learned about my own monster as well--The Thwarted Femme Fatale...short story to follow.
Observing the awkward pick up lines of social stunted drunk twenty-somethings at a bar. Last night I did the bar-hop thing with a new friend, something I haven't done in years because it became stunted from years of working in bars. First we went to try out The Derby for some swing dancing and I have been "not money" that I didn't realize that swing dance is not on Saturdays. Roarding down to Glendale where we stopped off at BigFoot Lodge...LINE!!! http://www.dionysusrecords.com/bigfoot/lodge.html
The old snobbery of having had the velvet rope treatment I suggested The Roost, sat amongst the nagahyde and hipsters, reminscenced about the times we would see Elliot Smith and then of course his gruesome demise. http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/news/03-10/22.shtml
Reaching my limit after having Mr. Sixty with well greased pompadour wink at me,we were out the door returning to the BigFoot Lodge. Still wearing my designated driver badge, I soberly took in the atmosphere of The Ramones blasting from the DJ booth, clusters of chronic hipsters surrounding the bar, stank from the Anchor Steam and Camels cigarettes and the atypical ratio of men to women at 10 to 2. While walking back from the bathroom this guy with a curly mop top hair do catches my eye then pops out in front of me, palms my forehead with a pumping motion and blurts out "wah wah". Startled and having been out of touch with the mating rituals of drunken bar guys who perform mind melds as foreplay, I give him this perplexed look and he quickly retreats into his social anxiety by diverting his eyes and shirking his composure. I looked at him and having had a recent revelation (see aforementioned comment) for this condition and well...also a certain penchant for socially awkward twenty-somethings, I returned his open-handed mind meld along with my version of "WAH WAH". He gorked and I checked the room again to be sure we didn't crash a dating mixer for Star Trek.
Last but not least, pontification clarification number three. My scales have begun to shed and although I alternate from bitchy to glee, the shiny new skin is showing!
Thanks to all of you for your reflections about my recent love junkie stuff and I loved reading all the responses to the questions I left, so to spurn up more stuff...
What are some of the cheesiest pick up lines you've encountered?
Ciao!
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So what does it take to get an image posted in my journal around here?
With a barge of pick-up lines spinning through my head, my brain keeps returning to the last one...A band came into the radio station for an interview and when I went around to meet them, the guitar player, who was really great looking by the way, says..."wow, you have the best tits ever..." I giggled and said..."hey, baby...my face is up here.." He was quickly ushered away by another member of the band, and called later to apologize...(I'm sure fearful that I wouldn't run their interview on the air). Creativity with an underlying vulgarity gets my attention, usually. Points for creativity for sure. One day boys will understand that honesty works just as well...