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raybearSaturday was a big Mercury retrograde day for me, since I spent nearly 40 minutes at a movie theater waiting on my friend Educating Esme when it turns out she was three floors above me doing the same thing. We were both sitting there thinking "oh no, they must be dead or hurt, because they're NEVER late." Normally I have a pretty good psychic link to Esme and have been known to summon her to call me pretty much every time she's ever left me a voicemail. But on Saturday we were off.
We exchanged the tickets I bought for "Laurel Canyon" for a later show, then left to get food. We ran into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
limenal and had conversations about Victoria Secret "free bra fittings". I didn't have much to add, even though I'm the one that brought the topic up. I think the sign and the concept amused me greatly. Shortly after this conversation, I received an emergency phone call from limenal reagrding possible drama that made me question my decision to have a public journal. But hey, it keeps me in check and on my toes. The element of risk is always there, and in some ways keeps me honest -- though I offer no apologies any more than I have expectations. This is not to say I'm going to be giving up friend-only or friend filter or private posts anytime soon. But I can still keep some juicy stuff open to the entire world. I mean, hell if people are interested, why not?
Later on Saturday night I ended up standing up Damon and his red-headed friends at the club because I fell asleep on the couch (to quote MelRo when I told this story, "so you'd say you can't catch you in the club?" -- yes, yes I would). I think my body was trying to say something my mind wasn't wanting to own up, which is that I didn't want to leave the house. Agoraphobia isn't the right word but it's the first word that comes to mind. I stayed home and listened to string quartets and read a novel and later in a fit of sleep-induced honesty, asked someone to come over at 2 am when they called.
After a rough start to my Sunday morning, I managed to pull together quite a lovely day, without incidents of Sunday Evening DepressionTM. I was even able to enjoy the thunderstorm and it didn't keep me out of the house for a coffee date at Kopi.
Making out in the rain on a Sunday night is hot. Making out in the rain on a Sunday night in the alley behind a Blockbuster video is hotter. Rawr.
I fell asleep feeling hopeful and connected and electric and content. It made waking up on Monday morning easier.
We exchanged the tickets I bought for "Laurel Canyon" for a later show, then left to get food. We ran into
limenal and had conversations about Victoria Secret "free bra fittings". I didn't have much to add, even though I'm the one that brought the topic up. I think the sign and the concept amused me greatly. Shortly after this conversation, I received an emergency phone call from limenal reagrding possible drama that made me question my decision to have a public journal. But hey, it keeps me in check and on my toes. The element of risk is always there, and in some ways keeps me honest -- though I offer no apologies any more than I have expectations. This is not to say I'm going to be giving up friend-only or friend filter or private posts anytime soon. But I can still keep some juicy stuff open to the entire world. I mean, hell if people are interested, why not?Later on Saturday night I ended up standing up Damon and his red-headed friends at the club because I fell asleep on the couch (to quote MelRo when I told this story, "so you'd say you can't catch you in the club?" -- yes, yes I would). I think my body was trying to say something my mind wasn't wanting to own up, which is that I didn't want to leave the house. Agoraphobia isn't the right word but it's the first word that comes to mind. I stayed home and listened to string quartets and read a novel and later in a fit of sleep-induced honesty, asked someone to come over at 2 am when they called.
After a rough start to my Sunday morning, I managed to pull together quite a lovely day, without incidents of Sunday Evening DepressionTM. I was even able to enjoy the thunderstorm and it didn't keep me out of the house for a coffee date at Kopi.
Making out in the rain on a Sunday night is hot. Making out in the rain on a Sunday night in the alley behind a Blockbuster video is hotter. Rawr.
I fell asleep feeling hopeful and connected and electric and content. It made waking up on Monday morning easier.
