Sanguinus Requiem
Feb. 10th, 2002 02:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherHow do I describe my weekend?
Friday was decent. Ended with me going up to Grandparents, eating some chili and early birthday cake, working on their computer for a bit, Olympics, and bed.
Saturday...that gets more complicated. Spent most of the morning at the DMV getting my "I'm 21 and can drink now!" license (2 weeks early. Sue me. I'll be good until 2/20). Then much of the afternoon was spent with grandparents at a rather nice tailor's shop, getting the fitting done for my "Present":
-1 Black Tuxedo Coat
-1 pair Black Tuxedo Pants
-2 Tuxedo Shirts (wingtip collars)
-2 Tuxedo Shirts (banded "Mandarin" collars)
-1 Black Tuxedo Vest
-1 Black Cummerbund
-1 Black Bow Tie
-1 Set Onyx Studs and Cufflinks.
-3 Pairs Black Dress Socks (Argyle)
A more than respectable haul, especially as they were having a combination "Inventory" and "Moving to Larger Location at the End of The Month" sale, meaning that everything was 75% off.
Total Bill: $234.98
This is where it gets bad:
Eat dinner with grandparents, finish Laundry, return @ ~9:30pm, expecting quiet night.
Accosted by several people because tonight is (was?) the Winter Gala dance, and people felt I should come. (I'd honestly forgotten.) Dressed. Arrived at Gala ~10.15. Ate a nice dessert, talked with people until ~11.
Isa, Sarah B., and a girl who flunked out last year but is attached to Sarah B. arrive. Sarah B. and Isa both as me if I'll dance with them. Sarah B. wants a photo, runs out of film. Isa and I end up driving to Wal-Mart for a disposable camera. Isa and I are joking, talking, having good time. Isa describes as "We keep this up, people will think we're dating again." Take this as you will. I have a feeling her meaning was radically different than how I interpreted, but I didn't relish the idea of a fight tonight, so I let it go.
Arrive back at dance ~11:45. End up sitting at table talking to people and watching purses, cameras, etx. until about 1. (People had begun to leave by this point. Probably ~12:50 I was alone at the table except for said stuff.) (Side note: Live Band SUCKED. No group claiming to be a "Jazz/Swing" band should -ever- say that "It's only a Paper Moon", "It Don't Mean A Thing", "Sing, Sing, Sing", "Take the A Train", and "Unforgettable" are not in their repitoire. That's obscene.) A little sad, but had fun critiquing some of the truly atrocious dresses. (Purple and Blue leopard pattern spaghetti strap with Pink Flip-Flops won the prize.)
1:15- Sarah B., Isa (who had been popping in and out all evening), and aforementioned Drop-out arrive at table. Drop-out highly agitated. Apparently she and Sarah B. are dating, but all Sarah wants to do is follow Isa around, despite promising GF that they'd dance. Fighting ensues between the two. Sarah is taken downstairs by Isa to cool her off. I get the GF. GF bitches in my ear for ~10 minutes before calming down. Sarah B. returns and insists I should claim the dance she made me promise. Wasn't bad. For a bisexual who's dating both a girl and a guy, (neither of whom are even close to me), she did a remarkable job of slight grinding while dancing and letting my hands go farther down on her ass than I ever intended. Still fairly aroused. (Line of the night: "I've never danced with you before. You're so comfortable. It's a lot different than a girl. Nicer." My response: "I'm padded for your protection". She missed a beat of dance laughing. Good thing she weighs under 100 lbs. I had to pick her up.)
Return to table. Isa is depressed. Try to get reasons out or find ways to cheer her up. Fail miserably. She decided to leave same time I do. Ask if she'd like to walk back together, as it's on the way. She gives me longer than usual hug, says "No, I'm fine" in that voice that means nothing of the kind, leaves. I try to follow at respectful distance. Sorta succeed.
Returned to room. I was in a good mood until around 1am. Now? Depressed, tired, and not entirely sure why on any count.
I wish I could forget. I really do. I'm hurting inside and I don't even know why.
Note: Despite the title of the post, I am not cutting myself again, Nikki. I gave my word, and I will keep it. I just....what can I say? It's how I feel right now.
Friday was decent. Ended with me going up to Grandparents, eating some chili and early birthday cake, working on their computer for a bit, Olympics, and bed.
Saturday...that gets more complicated. Spent most of the morning at the DMV getting my "I'm 21 and can drink now!" license (2 weeks early. Sue me. I'll be good until 2/20). Then much of the afternoon was spent with grandparents at a rather nice tailor's shop, getting the fitting done for my "Present":
-1 Black Tuxedo Coat
-1 pair Black Tuxedo Pants
-2 Tuxedo Shirts (wingtip collars)
-2 Tuxedo Shirts (banded "Mandarin" collars)
-1 Black Tuxedo Vest
-1 Black Cummerbund
-1 Black Bow Tie
-1 Set Onyx Studs and Cufflinks.
-3 Pairs Black Dress Socks (Argyle)
A more than respectable haul, especially as they were having a combination "Inventory" and "Moving to Larger Location at the End of The Month" sale, meaning that everything was 75% off.
Total Bill: $234.98
This is where it gets bad:
Eat dinner with grandparents, finish Laundry, return @ ~9:30pm, expecting quiet night.
Accosted by several people because tonight is (was?) the Winter Gala dance, and people felt I should come. (I'd honestly forgotten.) Dressed. Arrived at Gala ~10.15. Ate a nice dessert, talked with people until ~11.
Isa, Sarah B., and a girl who flunked out last year but is attached to Sarah B. arrive. Sarah B. and Isa both as me if I'll dance with them. Sarah B. wants a photo, runs out of film. Isa and I end up driving to Wal-Mart for a disposable camera. Isa and I are joking, talking, having good time. Isa describes as "We keep this up, people will think we're dating again." Take this as you will. I have a feeling her meaning was radically different than how I interpreted, but I didn't relish the idea of a fight tonight, so I let it go.
Arrive back at dance ~11:45. End up sitting at table talking to people and watching purses, cameras, etx. until about 1. (People had begun to leave by this point. Probably ~12:50 I was alone at the table except for said stuff.) (Side note: Live Band SUCKED. No group claiming to be a "Jazz/Swing" band should -ever- say that "It's only a Paper Moon", "It Don't Mean A Thing", "Sing, Sing, Sing", "Take the A Train", and "Unforgettable" are not in their repitoire. That's obscene.) A little sad, but had fun critiquing some of the truly atrocious dresses. (Purple and Blue leopard pattern spaghetti strap with Pink Flip-Flops won the prize.)
1:15- Sarah B., Isa (who had been popping in and out all evening), and aforementioned Drop-out arrive at table. Drop-out highly agitated. Apparently she and Sarah B. are dating, but all Sarah wants to do is follow Isa around, despite promising GF that they'd dance. Fighting ensues between the two. Sarah is taken downstairs by Isa to cool her off. I get the GF. GF bitches in my ear for ~10 minutes before calming down. Sarah B. returns and insists I should claim the dance she made me promise. Wasn't bad. For a bisexual who's dating both a girl and a guy, (neither of whom are even close to me), she did a remarkable job of slight grinding while dancing and letting my hands go farther down on her ass than I ever intended. Still fairly aroused. (Line of the night: "I've never danced with you before. You're so comfortable. It's a lot different than a girl. Nicer." My response: "I'm padded for your protection". She missed a beat of dance laughing. Good thing she weighs under 100 lbs. I had to pick her up.)
Return to table. Isa is depressed. Try to get reasons out or find ways to cheer her up. Fail miserably. She decided to leave same time I do. Ask if she'd like to walk back together, as it's on the way. She gives me longer than usual hug, says "No, I'm fine" in that voice that means nothing of the kind, leaves. I try to follow at respectful distance. Sorta succeed.
Returned to room. I was in a good mood until around 1am. Now? Depressed, tired, and not entirely sure why on any count.
I wish I could forget. I really do. I'm hurting inside and I don't even know why.
Note: Despite the title of the post, I am not cutting myself again, Nikki. I gave my word, and I will keep it. I just....what can I say? It's how I feel right now.
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Date: 2002-02-09 11:36 pm (UTC)My brain is on overtime. Working on several different levels. If I wasn't depressed, I could probably write the damn Thesis again from scratch with neglible effort. Anyhow:
Names, Places, Ideals, are only truly "ruined" by evil only if the Good refuses to redeem them from their taint.
Interesting. McKennit's Skellig just came on WinAMP. Seems we're in depressing Irishmen land.