Greg Dulli is my new found hero. He's just so fucking cool. Needless to say the Uptown Lights show on Saturday was pretty amazing. It was just probably the best gig I've been to in a while.Dulli got the crowd going and it just seemed like everyone there was having a blast, totally into the music and just having fun, ya know?
The gay bars on Friday left something to be desired though...they were too much of a meat market where all the go go boys looked like fucking ripped clones with different colored hair. And the music sucked. I hate techno with all my blackened heart. I'd choose a dive bar any day. But I guess if yer cruising around with a bunch of gay guys with meat on the mind you don't really have a choice in the matter. It was still an interesting experiece, just kinda boring, and I was pretty well smashed and out of it by the end of the night...
I ended the weekend by just hanging out with some friends on Sunday watching movies, lounging about. We did get outta the apt. once, when we went to some everything one dollar parking lot sale but it was pretty lame. I didn't find any good CDs but did score Soap Dish and Blood Simple on laserdisc. On Monday, we gathered up a posse and went out for Persian food but settled in at a local pub and just kinda chatted all afternoon over some drinks, the day concluded with a nap and some Adult Swim. Then I decided to head home, seeking out some alone time cause everyone is already making plans for the film festival which is on the 16th. Wong Kar-Wai and Gus Van Sant films at the same festival? It doesn't get better than that!
edit: just so I don't forget, I also spoke to Kristy over the weekend. It didn't go very well. She was finally out of my head and I was getting along pretty damned good if ya ask me when bam! outta the blue she calls and we start catching up and she says something...odd and I start thinking about her gazing into some boy's eyes, sighing into his mouth, holding her close and my stomache sank and I couldn't take it and got panicked and in a bad mood for awhile. It took some time to calm down (the Buddists say to ride out the emotion as if you are on the back of a tiger. Well, how the fuck can I get on the back of the tiger when I lie in its stomache? ) I don't really understand it though. It's been like 3 months now. I can get along fine without her, and I don't really miss HER, not after everything she has said and done by this point (boundries vs no boundries. she protected herself. against me. and she still does. I didn't and don't protected myself against her. why? cause I trust her. And perhaps most importantly, I don't believe in hiding myself away from intimacy. I refuse to shut down my emotions because of the possibility of getting hurt. a mistake perhaps, but it is also just who I am and who she is. Two very different people, looking for very different things in others, I suppose) and I've done my rebounding. I do miss what we had though. That was nice. I liked that. It was at times passionate and I miss that passion in my life. That passion created meaning and I suppose it is meaning that I desire. I just want...half smiles and knowing glances and slow, seductive kisses leading paths into breath-takingly dark places. and I want days and days and days of it. and days and days and days of the gentleness and easy understanding of each other that follows it.
The gay bars on Friday left something to be desired though...they were too much of a meat market where all the go go boys looked like fucking ripped clones with different colored hair. And the music sucked. I hate techno with all my blackened heart. I'd choose a dive bar any day. But I guess if yer cruising around with a bunch of gay guys with meat on the mind you don't really have a choice in the matter. It was still an interesting experiece, just kinda boring, and I was pretty well smashed and out of it by the end of the night...
I ended the weekend by just hanging out with some friends on Sunday watching movies, lounging about. We did get outta the apt. once, when we went to some everything one dollar parking lot sale but it was pretty lame. I didn't find any good CDs but did score Soap Dish and Blood Simple on laserdisc. On Monday, we gathered up a posse and went out for Persian food but settled in at a local pub and just kinda chatted all afternoon over some drinks, the day concluded with a nap and some Adult Swim. Then I decided to head home, seeking out some alone time cause everyone is already making plans for the film festival which is on the 16th. Wong Kar-Wai and Gus Van Sant films at the same festival? It doesn't get better than that!
edit: just so I don't forget, I also spoke to Kristy over the weekend. It didn't go very well. She was finally out of my head and I was getting along pretty damned good if ya ask me when bam! outta the blue she calls and we start catching up and she says something...odd and I start thinking about her gazing into some boy's eyes, sighing into his mouth, holding her close and my stomache sank and I couldn't take it and got panicked and in a bad mood for awhile. It took some time to calm down (the Buddists say to ride out the emotion as if you are on the back of a tiger. Well, how the fuck can I get on the back of the tiger when I lie in its stomache? ) I don't really understand it though. It's been like 3 months now. I can get along fine without her, and I don't really miss HER, not after everything she has said and done by this point (boundries vs no boundries. she protected herself. against me. and she still does. I didn't and don't protected myself against her. why? cause I trust her. And perhaps most importantly, I don't believe in hiding myself away from intimacy. I refuse to shut down my emotions because of the possibility of getting hurt. a mistake perhaps, but it is also just who I am and who she is. Two very different people, looking for very different things in others, I suppose) and I've done my rebounding. I do miss what we had though. That was nice. I liked that. It was at times passionate and I miss that passion in my life. That passion created meaning and I suppose it is meaning that I desire. I just want...half smiles and knowing glances and slow, seductive kisses leading paths into breath-takingly dark places. and I want days and days and days of it. and days and days and days of the gentleness and easy understanding of each other that follows it.