weekend

Friday night: Had dinner with Melanie, Damon, B__ & S___, than M & B went to the symphony while we went to the arcade for about an hour (ha!) and then hung out and played PlayStation 2. Yee-haw. It was actually a perfect friday evening activity for me -- lowkey. On Saturday we went to brunch at Melanie's friend's place, and she made this amazing spread of food. I had a good time despite nearly hyperventiliating twice when the conversation turned to being buried alive. Well, that's not really what we were talking about exactly, but more about sensationalized acts of weird violence and such. Later that afternoon we went to visit baby Noah! He was so cute, and I had the honor of being the first person to hold him that wasn't his parents or a hospital worker. He was super cute and pretty fussy since he was still recovering from his circumsicion -- yikes.
Made a trip to Target where I bought fresh underwear and socks -- ahhh, nothing better.
On Saturday night we went to a benefit party for O Theater, where Li___ and Gr___ performed. It was cool and hip and lowkey -- the theme of the weekend, I guess.
Sunday was lazy day, and of course included the recent favorite weekend past-time of playing Super Bust-A-Move. It will be our last Sunday being lazy and obsessive about Wolo! Very sad. Maybe it will just make me buy a PS2 sooner.....
It was great to spend lots of extended time with Melanie before she leaves...at times it felt weird, and she mentioned that she thought she was in denial, and in some ways, I still am too. Not that this will be some horrible tragedy and I'll never recover from her moving for the summer -- more that I'm not fully prepared for how my day-to-day life schedule will change because she's not around. I have tons of stuff to do to fill up my new schedule, but change is always difficult for me. Even change that I want. I'm not looking forward to the act of packing up my stuff and having to get readjusted to living in a new apartment, even though I know that I want the end result (which is to be living with her).
I have more to ramble on about, but I need to keep working. I need to figure what to do in the next two evenings, because I want to see Melanie as much as possible, but I know she has other people to see before going, plus I have one or two things to do for myself.....argh. I'm sure it will all work out fine. Time keeps slipping through my fingers.

Unravel - Bjork

While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love
In a ball of yarn
He'll never return it
So when you come back
We'll have to make new love
He'll never return it
When you come back
We'll have to make new love

Scene From a Life.

Catch: Picture an apartment, a small one, with a main room that opens into a kitchen and eating nook area. There are a few doors that are assumed to lead to a bedroom, bath, and exit. The room is big enough for an overstuffed sofa, a coffee table, and an armchair. The kitchen has exposed brick wall, with a painting....

Sig:(interrupting) You are such a fag.

Catch: Oh, fuck you.

Sig: Gladly.

Catch: Yeah, yeah, blah blah. Are you finished with me?

Sig: This is so unnecessary. No one cares what the hell it looks like. They're just going to picture as either their first home or first dorm of the apartment from Seinfeld. Just get on with it.

Catch: Fine. (folds arms and looks expectantly)

(beat)

Sig: Now what?

Catch: It's your line.

Sig: Oh.

(They change places.)

Catch: By the way, before we start, I must state for the record that you're a much bigger fag.

Sig:(ignores him and starts) How are you going? Did that feel good?

Catch: Yeah, yeah. I really liked it when you...did that...with your....hips.

Sig: What thing?

Catch: You know...when you were on top....

Sig: Oh yeah. That felt pretty nice. I'm glad you liked it.

Catch: I like when we discover something new.

Sig: Me too. Makes me feel more inside.

Catch: What do you mean?

Sig: Like I'm not all focused on a few square inches of my body. Like all muscles are being exerted.

Catch: Speaking of muscles, I think I pulled something in my shoulder.

Sig: When?

Catch: After you came. Well, more in the middle of it. I didn't want to distract from the moment....but it was a bit painful.

Sig: But not in a good way, huh?

Catch: No, not really.

(beat)

Sig: What's it like to be inside of someone?

Catch: What do you mean?

Sig: To have some part of your body be completely inside another person.

Catch: You know exactly what it's like. What are you talking about?

Sig: It's different.

Catch: How?

Sig: It's not real.

Catch: Sure it is. We've exchanged many items into various orifices in a multitude of ways....

Sig: That's not what I mean.

Catch: Are you asking about fluids or something?

Sig: Yeah. No. Not really. I mean the act of being inside. I don't feel I know what it's like. I can describe the geography, the anatomy, the smell and the taste. But I don't know what it feels like.

Catch: I'm still not sure what you're asking. You're being ridiculous.

Sig: It's why I'm obsessed with porn.

Catch: What does that have to do with anything?

Sig: Because it's fucking and acting like being inside of someone is the end all, be all. It's so completely unreal, I feel that I have an excellent chance to know what's really going on. But I can't.

Catch: Why not?

Sig: Because I don't know.

Catch: Why can't you figure it out?

Sig: That's what I'm trying to do.

Catch: No, you're not. You're asking me.

Sig: Oh.