samanthakayne

'make a whole new religion -
a falling star that you cannot live without,
and i'll feed your obsessions -
there'll be nothing but this one thing that you'll never doubt.'

to start - a quote from a friend that made me smile this morning: 'numbers are to english majors like nipples on guys - technically understandable and interesting, yet functionally mysterious.' much love to the english majors in the house.

okay, she just came in while i was typing and that was too good to pass up. not that i have anything at all against guys' nipples, but... y'all see what i'm saying, right?


so - caught Champions on Ice last night and am forced to admit that i am clealy pop culture's bitch. i knew every song but what surprised me is that i actually had a good time - the skating was gorgeous! admittedly, with my personal interests, i preferred the ones that were more dance-oriented than just skating, but even the purely skating - more classical - performances were stunning. way fucking overpriced, but i'm not sweating it since i didn't pay for it...

grabbed dinner after, since this was after all the no-longer-my-boyfriend's birthday outing. went to Palomino's downtown, where i had never been, so that he could get his steak. ironically - i had a salad, not usually the typical 'girl' in that aspect, but it was panzanella and i was a vegetarian in a steakhouse it was damn good...

not as good, however, as... are you ready for this? my martini. i had the perfect martini. i ignored martinis for years when they got hip again, because i'm not a vodka person. as far as clear licquors go, i'm more of a gin or tequila person (i'm a tequila snob, we'll have that conversation later). well, then i found out that originally martinis were gin, and that was pretty tempting. but i'm more likely to be hanging in a dive than some swank downtown place, so the martini usually gets overlooked in place of whiskeys. (that said, with my sweet tooth i'll do just about anything for those yummy chocolate, berry, nutty, frou-frou drinks - martini style or otherwise). right, so back to last night's martini. it was a really nice place, and the bartender looked pretty suave, so i figured i'd give it a shot... 'tanqueray martini, sweet, with a twist.' while being enough martini for three people, it was gorgeously delicious. lightly amber, perfectly sweet, chilled... aahh. it was more than worth whatever he paid for it... lol.

it also meant that i couldn't drive home right away, so we sat around and watched tv and just hung out for a bit. exchanged some more clothes, cds, and stuff. and, of course, i pondered, 'cause that's what i do, right? think of stuff to tell you guys

but i was thinking, as we were just sitting there, how odd it is that you can know someone well enough to trace the curve of their face with your eyes closed. that you can know exactly where to touch to elicit that gasp, that sigh. that you can know so viscerally the smell of their stomach. and not know a damn thing about them. that all the physical intimacy in the world still doesn't tell you shit about the actual person. that you can sit there not knowing shit about their hopes, fears, loves.

and yet, you can have someone in your life that you've never met. you've never shared more than words - there's a fighting chance you wouldn't recognize each other in a crowd - and still feel like your souls communicate. that you can have no sense memory of this person but know that you resonate on the same level, share the same goals, want the same things - from life and maybe even from each other if you're lucky.

it's an odd world. i'm lucky to be happy in mine. Southern Culture on the Skids tonight - shouldn't be too much thinkin' happenin' there