Let's get this show on the road.

[weaselmom]

With no further ado.

S and I went to the club tonight. I was looking forward to it greatly, because R was DJing all night. He's a fine DJ and refrains from punishing the crowd with the kinds of novelty songs that make my fillings hurt. He even played "Windowpane" and I got out there and did what, for me, must pass as dancing. However, later I was latched onto by a guy and couldn't shake him off. He is probably a very nice person, but (a) I'm in a committed LTR ::waves to S:: and (b) I don't need any more friends and acquaintances, especially very nice people with relentlessly vanilla tastes. A good boyfriend would have rescued me, since I'm too gormless to rescue myself. I'm a bit freaked out by this because it's been a long time since I, at my advanced age and dignity, have been hit on. ::shudders at flashbacks of the late 80's::

I'll leave out the part where I got a little pissy and the part where my contact lens wandered up under my eyelid.

Tonight I am the poster child for chronic insomnia. Got up at 5 p.m. Thursday and now I have to stay up until at least 5 p.m. Friday. It's 2:30 a.m. now; 15 or so hours to go. Living out here in suburbia, there is not a hell of a lot to do in the dying hours. No 24-hour bookstores. A few restaurants such as Denny's and Shari's specializing in yellow/orange/brown foods. This is the only time I envy people in NYC. Why can't I get yellow curry Thai fried rice at 3 a.m.? Instead I'll end up with Moons Over My Hammy and lemon meringue pie.

My life is a ceaseless hell of torment.

Comments

but they *played* Fairyland!

[cupcake-goth.livejournal.com]

You must have been outside at the time. :)

Re: but they *played* Fairyland!

[weaselmom.livejournal.com]

I know, I know! Yes, I was outside at the time, trapped by the hitting-on guy! And I didn't have the guts to say, "Excuse me, I have to go inside and listen to this song." Not that it would have mattered. He followed me inside later, sat down next to me, and put his hand on my thigh. S was standing a little ways away, watching with a very superior and amused expression. Bad boyfriend! No biscuit!

Re: but they *played* Fairyland!

[cupcake-goth.livejournal.com]

Hand on your thigh?!

Was this Tracy's roommate? Goodness, I would never have expected that from him. I can't believe S. just stood there amused. If it had been happening to me, The Husband would have freaked.

Just for you, I might wear pink, white, and black on Thurs., along with the sparkly pink necklace.

Re: but they *played* Fairyland!

[weaselmom.livejournal.com]

Oh no no no! It wasn't Tracy's roommate, who is really just a big puppy. If it *had* been him, I'd have just said "HAR!" and slapped him on the back in a hearty fashion, possibly knocking him off his stool. This other guy was perfectly normal, acceptably attractive (probably more so without glasses), but definitely barking up the wrong fish. So if I seem unusually limpet-like this Thursday, you'll know why.

You'd wear all that for me? ::swoon::