I did sacrifice sleep last night and for the first time in maybe years made it out to Alchemy. I missed the announcement of where Alchemy is moving too, but I am sure we'll all miss Nation, the big ugly warehouse of danceitty goodness. It was completely awesome to see... ( name drop extravaganza )

... out having a good time. I started the evening with grumpypants, feeling kind of over the whole thing and wondering why I was there but it only took finally getting through the drink line to get comfy. I danced. I am appropriately sore and tired. I am sorely disappointed that I never heard Apop or Beborn at any point in the night, but then I was not paying the closest attention. I had a nice chat about cribbage and being a Navy brat. :) And I don't even feel too bad this morning and made it into work almost as on time as usual. Speaking of work I better go do some but suffice to say I am REALLY glad I made it to the last night @ Nation.

vacation in progress! thursday night alchemy was on the whole rather fun! i danced the bejezus out of myself. thank goodness the visitation from across the ocean also known as prakriti forced my hand into tailoring a long weekend for that purpose. tonight i went to her satellite g'burg location to enjoy hospitalty and samosas. everyone was very friendly. pleasure!!

tonight is really my last night as a person "on my own" so to speak. moving jack in tomorrow. if you want to help, give one of us a call around noon... we're also helping his roomie move out. turn and face the strange, ch ch changes.

yet another symptom of why i'll never get anywhere in life: spent 15 minutes on the drive home pondering the following scenario: if you were sitting on a leather couch wearing leather pants and a silk shirt and eating doritos, after licking the orange residue off your fingers, what would you do?

Curves report: Well, frankly, I think it's really awesome. The only thing vaguely annoying about it are some of the questions they are when you sign up, for example, "do you have a dress size goal?". To be clear, they ask this in a very non-threatening kind of way, and seem to back off if you say no, you just want to be more healthy. But that they tie things to dress size is kind of annoying in theory. Anyhoo, despite that the atmosphere is really welcoming and inclusive. Women of every shape and size and walk of life seem to be in there working out alongside each other. The machines are not complicated, and easy to learn how to use. The staff is friendly and while encouraging, not annoyingly perky. So, I'm in for a year. On in between days I can DDR or uh, be lazy.

Steady dribbles of work to do here, which is making me feel like I'm even vaguely pulling my weight. Today I made a philosophical decision: I will never let Computer Game dictate my schedule. Tonight I will grill a steak on the ol' Foreman and try to remember I'm not bitter about working on fridays and not being able to go to the club, I have been many times and will go again, Nation is not a priority for me, I don't want to spend the money, I can see people in other contexts, and going only encourages me to be vain and/or self-loathing anyways. And you know what? If I really wanted to go more than I wanted to sleep, I could make it happen. Another week.

A process they like to call migration is being worked on tonight, although it's less about things moving and more about renaming them. Since I haven't been tasked with anything relating to it, I'm catching odds and ends and watching out for details, which has been very peaceful. Apart from when my boss tweaks one of my pet peeves, the one where I hate being told something I already understand. I get irrationally angry about it as if they person said "hey stupid, these are the facts" instead of just "these are the facts". In my world, if you tell me something obvious, the "hey stupid" is implied.

You may have noticed I didn't post anything about the Northern State show that was supposed to happen on the 25th. That's because it didn't for some reason. But as a consolation I got a personal email from one of the members. How often does that happen? Not very. I don't know what the reasons are behind the cancellation but I hope it's nothing nefarious. This was pretty much the only show I had a strong commitment to for the rest of the year. But I am patient.

Earlier this week I posted that I attended Chiaroscuro. I didn't go into details. Since work is so peaceful... for me at least, right now, I will elaborate. For one thing, the Edge is a really comfortable space. There are places to sit. The lighting is kind of cozy. Jack and I got there early, for open bar, and the bartenders were all friendly... I can't comment on drink quality because, well, I had a beer as usual. I managed to get into conversations with several strangers or near-strangers in which I could hear them and they could hear me. I don't know, I just enjoyed myself and I hope to encourage others to give the night a shot, because while I like talking to new people, I prefer to get out and dance with old friends. :)

Comcast is being a bunch of punk bitches. I have always had only nice things to say about Comcast until this week. The window they gave us for a tech to come out to re-turn up our service is 9AM to 8PM. Does anyone else see anything wrong with this??? And this is to turn up service that somehow was accidentally turned off remotely. WTF? So, suffering dialup this week at home. This made it all the easier to get to Tea on time. I failed to get the trivia question again. As usual. It seems like every time I go to Tea it rains.

Today's Collegiate Times Cretin is Devin Stone, for writing the worst rebuttal ever. I'm trying to choose a good excerpt and I just can't, every sentence of this thing is baffling. But here is one anyways: "Forcing America to support a war will ultimately mean terrorists have won." This makes as much sense as the old saw that if you stop spending all your money at the Gap the terrorists have won. Thanks, Devin, you're not helping.

a non-floral chronological weekend update because it is all i can do to stay awake:

- had booze and food with my bestest bud at the green turtle
- dropped by to visit the most hospitable house of design and lego
- had bread pudding at the diner
- got my first HC diabloii character the title "Destroyer"
- went costume shopping
- found out some really, really shitty news. and i'm angry.
- went to chiaroscuro. am in love with the space. best thing to come round the pike on a saturday night.
- oh yeah and there was totally some dude there who owns two gremlins, and just installed an 8 track in one. we talked about genesis. it was fucking awesome.
- found out that red bull and vodka is the most foul drink i've tasted... at least in the past year. more foul than absente, less foul that ouzo.
- stopped at the black cat merely because i knew it had a potty. heh.
- went to an awesome halloween party, but was too drunk to make any sense to anyone. greeeeat.
- had bread pudding at the diner again

basically, indulgence. lots and lots of indulgence. and shitty news which it isn't necessary for me to blather on the web about. and now i'm trying to get back on my overnight schedule.

ohmy goodness my sleep is out of whack. i feel a little delerious. i think i should go back to bed. nguh.

went to club last night. it was strangely quiet, in the sense of unpopulated. spent most of the time on the deck just watching. ran into marcos, who was bizarrely chatty.

sleep first. then studying. then socializing.

i have to get this out of the way - man did i have a weird experience on saturday, or at least it's weird for me. it was in the midst of a slightly less weird experience, the bachelorette party. while normally i am sort of hyper-critical about this particular tradition, the spirit and camaraderie of this weekend's activity was reassuring, and i had a really pleasant time - except for the club.

so the gals wanted to split the night up - some chilling and booze at home, various commemorative transition-into-monogamy activities for several hours, quiet time to laugh and smile and bond and drink. then go out to a club - no not a strip club, i mean had the rest of the crew wanted to do that fine, but to my great relief that was not part of the plan. no, a standard issue dancing club, playing old favorites from our wilder youth, boogying down in rapturous celebration of our friends passing into a new phase of life. great. by friday all plans fell into place. i found a great idea for scrapbooking on indiebride.com (thanks to pictsy for finding that site! most people know how cynical i am about weddings, but this site was pretty refreshing) and the snacks procured by traceracer did a body good. well, maybe not the tiny wieners wrapped in biscuits, but everything else was pretty healthy! we donned powerpuff girls temporary tattoos and the guest of honor drank boone's straight outta the bottle and a comfortable glibness was reached by all participants save the ones driving.

then... then we trek out to polly esther's in rockville. now i had never been to this club, so i don't know if this was a typical night. two floors, one seemed to be mostly contemporary stuff, hip-hop, justin timberlake, stuff i normally call a guilty pleasure. the other side was supposed to be 70s? or 80s? but mostly was incredibly long remixes of old classics like "wild thing". not than i mind that either, really. i can probably be convinced to dance to just about everything. i started (and ended) with a drink called a purple rain - i can probably be convinced to drink anything with grape kool-aid in it, too. so, we're all grooving. general harmless making fun and pestering of the bride-to-be commences. all's well. until we all decide to hit the dance floor.

which brings me to my question: has it always been typical of suburban club nightlife for strange men to feel like they can dance up next to you and rub their genital area on your hips or ass??? and then, when pushed away and given the head-shake of NO, to move in to a different angle and try again? or for men to feel that they can grope you at will? nearly every member of our party was involved in a feeling-up attempt, or what i would hereafter like to call harassment or assault. i can't seem to find the MD laws in a quick search, but the NY laws certainly state it is so (non consensual touching of a sexual area) and most publicly funded endeavors define it that way too. anyways, so, someone does that and you turn to them and say, "stop that", "no", or "get away from me", but then they do it again??? i have to say that by comparison, the "freaks" at every goth/industrial club i have ever been to have never made me feel as skeeved as i felt (and this was unanimous, unequivocal among the 11 women in our party) as i did at this club. if i went to clubs like this more often i would seriously consider making up an assault awareness pamphlet written with both men and women in mind to help them understand the definition of consent and ... well i just don't even know how to finish that thought. it might warrant a post to girly_action except i feel as though my energies would be wasted on people who don't want to hear it (the clubgoers, not the denizens of that fine community) and that my work would be better spent elsewhere.

i've talked to several people at work now, and each one has said, "well, that's just what you can expect if you go to a club." once again the onus is on the woman to "accept" this or "prevent" it. we also observed that if there was a guy nearby who demonstrated his propriety over you, that you were "safe" as it were. as maudallan compared, it was as if the alpha male of your pack had to scare off the beta males. dear virginia slims: "you've come a long way baby" is no longer an appropriate slogan, please rescind until further improvements are made. criminy.

that aside, (as difficult as that is to wave aside) i had a good time, and even managed to get out and dance unharassed to several guilty pleasure songs on the hip-hop side of the club (thanks salami_salome for joining me!). if i can manage to find a club where i can expect not to be skeeved upon (or at least not skeeved upon in a way that involves touching my body without permission) that plays hot 99.5 music, i'd love to go. devil_panda, ima lookin at you. :) much thanks to the sober drivers! and congratulations to zarobi.

sunday was leisurely - ate pizza, read house of leaves, bizarrojack's parents stopped by and we chatted for a bit. later on hit the diner with the usual suspects. really, i am doing a lot of bitching, but i had a very good, very happy weekend.

wait, question: can you technically have enjoyed being drunk if you only now realize you may have been, and at no point were you able to consciously acknowledge that your behavior was any different or your inhibitions lowered? my only hints right now are that i'm hung over, and that i put on white underpants after i got out of the shower last night. (my communist cousin is visiting, no way in my right mind would i have put on white underpants.) i think i may have been a little more glib by the end of the night. very strange. maybe it's just that when you're older and you get drunk, you wander around talking about how NOT drunk you are.

i ran into a woman i haven't seen since college (at LEAST 6 years). [edit: this person is on LJ! teky4lf. it's a small dang world after all.]

[story removed because why would i want to say something that might be unflattering about someone else]

mad love to oontzgrrl.

i guess i am making my club update now. i hope i can get back to sleep.

woke up from a freaky nightmare:

i was in a class, some kind of science class and the crazy evil professor had a pet project where you could turn a dial and find yourself in a parallel reality, only not in a fun simpsons raining doughnuts way, more in a scary way. the professor got the class stuck in various frightening alternate dimensions and we had to find our way home. at one point we were in a place where giant scary men had huge eyeballs for heads. jack was with me when we landed in a reality where there was a giant scary house and a little girl there told us that if we helped her clean the house, she would help us find the way home. of course it was this awful place which was "haunted" or "alive" or something and everything we touched caused some other horrible thing to happen. i kept fretting that jack would get lost or hurt, and at several points i lost sight of him and paniced. the first time the girl started using a mirror and putting it in front of all these doll's faces because apparently the dolls would suck people inside them, and you had to use a reflection to get the person out. (of course they were creepy porcelain antique dolls, as they always are) finally i was going downstairs, and i looked back up in the stairwell to see a hook, one of those giant meathooks, reaching down from the upper floor. i was sure that whoever had the meathook knew where jack was, so i reached up and grabbed it, hoping to fight back against the evil power or whatever. of course that being the most crucial moment, it is when i woke up.

i'm pretty sure i know why i had this dream.

last night i did end up swapping work and going out to alchemy. it was a pretty good night as club nights go, the music was altogether danceable, although i do wish that they would leave the back deck a little quieter so you could go out there to escape the noise. it was energizing to see and talk to devil_panda who seems to be on the verge of a life exploding into panoramic excitement! also glad to see the rare clubgoers, salami_salome and necrocannibal, join us. the groove was in my heart, so i shook my groove thing, and i will tell you what my groove thing is pooped. and sore. there were plenty of people i saw, but hardly had a chance to speak with, like icequeen666 and kelowna and bronzemountain. i chatted ever so briefly with a Jen who i keep seeing but never really get to talk to, and seeing shadrone getting out and dancing and chatting with people was awesome! sometimes he is all mister shy but i have now seen he can be different. ;) a rare visit from meatnog and the pittsburgh folks, a reluctant visit from simplesimon, and the dual threat of devolutionary and dissonant_etak, the latter of whom i think i babbled a little drunkely to about how awesome her condo is. sometimes i come off as a big dork. ok most of the time. i have tried to be completist here with my name dropping, and i'm sure i have forgotten someone vitally important who will rightly be offended! oh yeah, i saw that bizarrojack guy here and there. oh yeah and someone set off a fire extinguisher. ick. wasn't as bad as the time some props caught on fire when i was in the wiz in high school, though. [edit: i forgot that i saw seth6666, and that i finally met someone i have been seeing for YEARS at nation and heaven, the tall dark-haired gentelman named Andrew, i believe.]

really the highlight of the evening for me, or something that brought me a particular little twinge of joy, was belting out musical numbers in the car with salami_salome on the way home. after that we went to denny's, which was very old school! i think all that was worth having to work tonight.

I finally got to go to alchemy! YAY! I will have to remember how happy I am about this when I have to work tomorrow night. But for now, JOY. Also I got hit on at the Shell station near my house. I must remember to write more about that later. Many people were there. I would like to say that I am sad that I did not see oontzgrrl. She makes clubbing hotter and funner. I am also sad that I did not see professorbooty and phrifuzzbuzz. But you cannot have everything. It's true. MWAH!!! to everyone.

[Edit: Oh yeah!! Second triumph of the evening: I went right up and introduced myself to the hot bald guy whose dance style I've been admiring for over a year. Fucking hell, I forgot his name. He was incredibly nice.]

I dueled for the first time ever on b.net. Some level 30 amazon was clearing quests with my level 25 druid and wanted to "try out her new skill" on me. I think I would have won but I don't like killing PCs so I went back to town. Besides, the lightning javelin skill is stupid. And I have 2814578345 life. The other player had no chance!

Driving down the beltway at dusk, I saw an ambulance with its lights and sirens on, and as it passed I saw that there was a light on inside, which to me meant they were working on somone. I got a giant lump in my throat and nearly began to cry, and flashed back to my grandfather collapsing during thanksgiving dinner. (He was diabetic, and had had a glass of wine. It turned out OK that night, but he passed away years later while I was in college.) That was the first time I'd ever had someone near me carried away in an ambulance. Everything is personal to me, sometimes.

I went to CUE in fairfax. Goth/industrial billiards night. It was neat, I think I'd go again someday if I have energy. As I was heading towards my car, a group of young guys in hoodies yelled across the parking lot, "HEY! Are there any girls in there?" I was like, uh... yeah? I feel I may have done a disservice to any girls that were in there.

yesterday was a typical friday mixed with thursday for me. i got off work and went to the SPCA and spent alot more time than usual there; i got there first see and just moved really slowly and when the other volunteers came in they seemed to be in a slow mood too. the little old guy came in with boxes of chocolates for everyone. he said it was for celebrating the fact that there's a republican governor in maryland now. it was sweet but i tokenly tried to not accept stating that i don't ever want to celebrate a republican in office and he probably ought to know that before he gives me anything. apparently, he's heard this before as he's the only republican volunteer at the shelter. is anyone surprised?

after feeding and scooping for almost 3 hours, i stopped by a car stereo place i remembered was out in gaithersburg and was treated like a moron by the salesperson there and then realized that their prices are completely ridiculous which turned me off from the idea of buying a car stereo at a car stereo place immediately. i gave up on that and caught up with chris who had said he needed to have breakfast with someone, more or less. we had breakfast at the lone star steakhouse, and discovered that the MOST CHEERFUL WAITER EVER still works there after 2 years. he's creepy. he's also one of those waiters that sometimes gives a shot at sitting at your table with you, which makes chris uncomfortable. but anyways, yeah, we had this hilarious conversation that was basically "this is how we used to act towards each other and it's fucking comical" in the sense that i pretended to get mad at him about something, then we had a fake breakup (fake because he's not my boyfriend anymore but used to be a long time ago, for the uninitiated) and then had a mock fight about who broke up with whom. i took him home and went immediately to bed because i knew i'd have to get up and figure out what i was doing. my tummy was upset and i almost didn't do anything.

i got about 4 hours of sleep and woke up and had dinner with cheetahmaster et al., at don pablo's. i hate dp's but just this once i will give it props as the quesadillas were really good. thank god my tummy gave up its fighting to allow the quesadillas to be pleasant. we chatted about movies and television and i took part in a conversation where my friends actually had a debate over who would win in a fight, gandalf or magneto. it was decided that magneto would beat gandalf the grey, but not gandalf the white. then i talked to meercat about her novel because everyone else was talking about that game i'm bitter about. i'm trying to recover from my bitterness but i realized that i've got an ingrained cringe reaction now that i have a hard time stifling.

anyways, i came home (after jack and i stood around and talked at length with dragonballzzz) and changed my pants because i felt fat (a psychological problem i need to solve) and then we went out to alchemy, which was the thursday night portion of my friday night. alot of people were there, but it seemed like a very low key night and i danced alot despite there being no clear music i liked dancing to. on the way home i did not get in another accident, thank god, but i saw the aftermath of two different ones on 295 that looked like some of the worst accidents i have seen in a long time. it scared me hella bad. went to sleep way earlier than i should have and now facing getting shit done around the house. so much to do, so little motivation.

i have about a million phone calls to make right now, but i just have to take time to take note of the past 12 hours' or so events. i will start at the end by saying MY *&^@ *@&#^*%^ CAR HAS BEEN TOTALED AGAIN. on the way home from nation last night i was hit by a possibly drunk driver in rockville. he was a little surprised when i jumped out of my car and started screaming, "THIS IS NOT FUCKING HAPPENING AGAIN FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!" there are many worst parts to this scenario, i am not sure where to even begin with them. having to find another car to buy, having to call a million people, having to have gone through the drunk test myself in the middle of the street, having to relive this awful feeling of what could i have done to prevent this??? over and over, being extremely sore, having my knees bruised and my thumb burned AGAIN exactly like last time, having to go to some tow lot to take my belongings out of my poor, sad, dead little car... the list goes on and on. every time i think about it at all i begin to laugh and cry at the same time. at least this time it was in no way my fault and they took the guy away in cuffs. i'm not sure why but i guess it will say on the police report. at least i can say that i think the ford aspire (oh my poor little car!!!! it just passed emissions!!!!) is a very safe car to get in an accident in.

there was a good part to my night. in fact i would venture to say it was the best night i ever had at nation. i was there for the very beginning of the Damned show, and it was AWESOME. i was right up front, only 2 feet away from Dave Vanian!!! he is everything i hoped, he is the goth elvis god. i worship. the opening band, tiger army, wasn't too bad either, in a punk way i guess. not that i want to throw that word around, having no cred with which to do that whatsoever. anyways, the damned have added a female bassist, i think she is dave's woman, and she is THE BOMB. she is incredible. i was completely stoked after hearing most of the set and i wandered off to let someone else get battered by crowd surfers.

i found out that several old friends were at the club, people i haven't seen in YEARS. jay looked so awesome and freakeden did too and it was so great to see them. in addition to that, jack informed me that i may have flipped the dancing switch on him so now he likes dancing. this makes me happy. it was such a good night. and the real irony of all this is that i was really really worried about jack getting home, in fact i was thinking all the way back of all these horrible horrifying scenarios of him calling me telling me he'd been in an accident. and then i ended up calling him. what a mess. what a terrible mess. and i had such a wonderful night, too. it's a damn shame. oh well, i better get my ass in gear and make more phone calls to sort all this out. and a doctor's appointment. dammit.

so, i did indeed make it to class in time last night. as it turns out, they made a big point of telling us that you can't get "fashion leathers" to ride in, you have to buy the super-bad bike jackets... which i am not too surprised about at all. i mean, i *could* just stick with my leather jacket when i get a bike, but uh... i won't. it's just making the cost of this endeavor even more prohibitive right now. 200 here, 200 there, i just bought 40 dollar gloves... already spent 100 bucks on the class itself. sigh. let's not even discuss kevlar jeans, which my coworker mentioned. at any rate, the class was i think almost fully half women, which was a huge surprise; many of them were with their boyfriends, many were there because of their boyfriends, but a few were not. i fear there is only one other person in the class with less experience than me, or equivalent, and she hasn't even driven stick before. sigh. i woke up early this morning fraught with terror at the idea of getting on the bike. whee! i'm such a fucking wuss. but i'm going through with it anyways. :) in fact i'm going out to buy a helmet in a minute or two.

after class i stopped at home to change into nationy garb and check email; i came to the horrible realization that i think i have gained about ten pounds in the past month or two. i've been eating alot, and eating alot of comfort food. i normally don't like to complain about this because i feel like i should think i have an acceptably healthy figure and i really don't have any room to complain, so right now i'm going to treat this like i'm just taking note of a trend.

okay, so, went to nation. there was some band playing that i didn't bother to go see. there was a little dancing, alot more just chatting and stuff. it was a night of unusual visits from various people; tzel, judithiscariot, and traceracer were all there, and that made all the difference! that is not said to slight any of the regulars, i just had a good time chatting with each of them, and i don't normally see them out. alan asked for permission to "freak" me and got it. i enjoy dancing dirty with people i trust. trace got a little of the action too. unfortunately i didn't want to make my shin splints from the jog earlier this week any worse so i cut out early.

now to Heyser, Hair Cuttery, and possibly the thrift store.

i don't want to write a whole post. wah.

last night i did go see neil finn, all by myself, which was really bestest. i followed it up by going to nation. prior to that i dyed my hair. it's purple. reaeeeally purple. it occurs to me just at this very moment that i didn't say hi to julie last night. please tell her i didn't mean to be rude.

i am still sick, i'm just not letting it stop me. like people in dayquil ads.

1. neil opened with "When You Come". how could the show have possibly gone uphill from there??? but it DID.
2. some fathead blocked my view half the time.
3. "hi" really isn't enough to say to hit on someone.
4. there was one of those fans standing at the back not watching the show but talking to other people about other shows she had seen. those fans are such huge turnoffs for me ever since the whole monkees era of my life.
5. it's been almost exactly a decade since last time i saw neil finn in person.
6. happy birthday michelle! i'm sorry you didn't make it to the amphora.
7. oh yeah, the neil show was the first time in a while where i felt like the youngest person at a show.
8. i'm putting this on here because i hear no one else will: it was amusing when chris morgan threw his keys down in the parking lot as a joke. it was less amusing when he couldn't find them afterward!
9. dave and i had a whole conversation about being able to lick your own nipples. AGH.
10. people don't get that i want to dance with someone sometimes. god, che, i miss you so much, where are you, i need to dance with someone.
11. they played "love will tear us apart" and all i could think of was the scene from that "series 7" movie. i started cracking up on the dance floor but no one else understood!

i'll post more later of last night as i remember it, but before i go i had another fucked up dream: i dreamt that traceracer and i were on this survival TV show only it was an occult survival TV show and the little tasks you had to do were weird little occult rituals and ghost summonings and stuff like that. it was all very scary but everyone was trying to pull together to save each other from the ghosts and zombies. at the end of the show the host was giving this speech where he was saying, "well, this show goes to prove that people don't need food and water like the experts say" and the camera panned around and all the contestants looked like corpses.

off to norfolk!!!!!!!!!

well, i am inspired, but tghat's different. what i mean here is that i wish i was inspired to write something deep and meaningful about my week. i could give a review of the events, but that doesn't really give the full impression. thursday night i did get toi have THE CHEESE DIP again, and telf and i decided that yes, going to nation would benefit our persons somehow, so we got all made up and went. it was a good four hour run there and i danced like mad. i danced to the poitn of being sore the next morning. i think telf had a good time, despite a run in with some old guy hitting on her. she should have just told him to fuck off, but sometimes that seems rude even though the guy is being approximately equivalently rude.

during lunch on friday bizarrojack and i got a call from vexed and she stopped in and we all went back to my place to watch me, well actually jack, install my new modem since mine got friend in the thunderstorm. then we caught up with meercat and msteleute and lars to see insomnia which i hated but everyone else liked. i am just not an al pacino fan, it seems clear. we hit the diner and then went back to rockville to dye mstelute's hair.

it was just pointed out to me that in an earlier post i mixed up trancers and scanners. DOH!

anyways, what i'm saying is that i thought i might have a shitty weekend and i so am not having that. hoping to catch up with the rest of the crowd tonight; we shall see.

I did the Brickskeller Weds as planned. It was fun, and I was happy to see devolutionary, jwiv and bronzemountain. We even managed to come to a consensus on the issue of the landing strip, although I don't think jwiv was talking about the same thing. ;) Saw Brenda's ring, it's pretty. Although I could have lived without the ad nauseam talk about various industry news. There was something I really wanted to leave and go do the whole time, though.

Last night, Nation. I ran into an old friend from the Cam, Moira, and she seemed happy to see me. For some reason I was having one of those nights where I didn't know what to say alot. Again, the whole time I had something I wanted to leave and deal with. Eventually, I did just go since I was wearing hottie shoes and they hurt like a bitch. It was good to see vexed smiling like that.

I missed having dinner with cheetahmaster becaues I suck. But I did get to help Telf out since she was out of water for some reason in her place. And at some point I recalled that msteleute has a birthday near mine. I'm hoping she'll want to join up for joint birthday power. And we found THE CHEESE DIP.

We are SO EXCITED about THE CHEESE DIP. Anyone who wants to experience THE CHEESE DIP should talk to me.

I have been feeling very young and happy. I am also sorry that there is any kind of problem between some of my friends over time issues. I think it really does boil down to everyone missing their friends, so I hope it all calms down soon. OK, I am crampy as hell and grumpy on top of that. And weepy. I had better go heat up some leftovers and have a beer or something.