I've been up for less than 2 hours and I've already given myself a facial, cleaned up the kitchen, read a required chapter for class on Monday and - this is the most pleasing item - played the ukulele until my fingers bled. Well, maybe I just cut my nails too short and the pressure split the skin. But even so - ow. I'm so punk rock.
(I have the feeling that I should just end the entry there, as there's nothing else I could possibly say that would be as interesting. Eh.)
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Last night I went out and had a good time. This is, of course, highly irregular and demands explanation. During lunch Petra ran by with her roommate Suzy Ticktock in tow, and in between all the running & towing Petra asked if I would like to go see a band at the townie bar (a.k.a. the 'Vil). Now, I am a complete sucker for Petra, although I hide it behind a carefully constructed mask of unconcern. She is one of the few people I know in Nova who I would also want to hang out with if she lived in TO, if that makes any sense to you. We have our Buffy nights, of course, but nothing really beyond that; so when she asked me to go out I got excited & happy right away.
Later, as I was buying the last required book of the semester (and mourning $250 dollars that are never coming back), I ran into Miri & J. I've seen them maybe twice since the year began: they've been busy with their undergrad courses and I've been, well, me. They invited me to a housewarming potluck for dinner, a celebration of the fact that there is now heat in their building (get it?) When I mentioned my other plans, I found out that they - and practically everyone else in town - were planning to see this band, so there was no problem at all.
I was happy. Things were starting to come together. Now all I had to do was convince Petra to come with me to a hippie potluck with a bunch of strangers. And then there was the non-trivial matter of making a suitable potluck dish from a larder without a speck of fresh anything. Fortunately I have large quantities of baking stuff, which always goes over well. I made a peanut butter chocolate marble cake, and I would've made icing as well if my fucking brand-new never-used beaters hadn't gone AWOL. People liked it. I was happy. Petra also seemed to have a good time, but then again, it's easy to have a good time at Miri & J's house because it's warm, cozy, pretty & there's always lots of good food.
The Boy found us drinking a pre-band pint at Paddy's, and was a welcome presence (I always miss him when I can go out and he can't). Everything flowed, everything grooved. Even the band was part of the flow: despite several strange rumours, the band turned out to be a really excellent jam band from Antigonish, and we spent a happy evening dancing with our beer bottles and smiling at each other.
And then this girl hit on me.
I mean, it wasn't a life-shattering event - the paragraph stop indicates complete amazement on my part. I was very very casually dressed - the ME shirt and the Boy's stripey bells - and I hadn't even bothered to put in contacts for the night. And yet despite this lack of effort, when we were all getting down in front of the stage, she started to dance with me in this possessive, tender way that made me wonder when I should tell her that I was married. In my own defence, I only waited another minute before spilling the beans: right after answering "what's your name?" I managed to work the Boy into the conversation. She took it with remarkable good grace, smiling & saying, "if you ever get divorced, give me a call."
(But I think her best line was, "hey! I think we go to the same church!" I have a list of Things I Expect A Woman Hitting On Me To Say, and that's not even in the top 20.)
The whole thing was more of an ego boost than anything else, although I got a little tired of the Boy urging me to go back after her. I resolve that in future, I will never wear the ME shirt without a bra to a club or bar, as my body seems to revert to the public domain on such occasions. I thought it was just wearing the bunny ears that did such things.
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Conversation over pints with Petra, re: a fellow crewmate on the Good Ship Education...
Smirking: "I just adore him."
"There is no reason why you shouldn't: he's adorable."
Acting on a sudden insight, also slyly confessing: "You want him to rescue you from a burning building, don't you?"
Laughter: "Yeah...and he wouldn't be wearing a shirt."
(rest of the conversation lost to blushing & giggling)
3 years ago today: vibrating sponge
