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I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A.
Sep. 3rd, 2001 05:16 pma long time I thought this might be the first weekend in how long I can't remember that I didn't drink. much. Magnoose and I decided we were mostly drinking buddies, seeing as we never seemed to encounter one another in a non-alcoholic setting, I only bought one beer at Møllers on Friday. I was toast from my week at work, strange enough, and I couldn't really bear the thought of going out. amazing enough. when Cal & Co. arrived (& Co. in this instance including Maragor, Zathyra, and Arcticon, her wondrous flat mates). their plan was to go out dancing at some gay bar (and certain members of the gang did indeed look the part), only the gay bars were either boring or they enforced a discriminating age limit policy.
so after Korova showed up as well, the gang decided to do Blitz, where Locust and JR Ewing played that night. (even if Zathyra was seriously over-dressed for Blitz) I decided to go home and get some sleep. and then Callie decides she can't afford the night bus, so she stops in with me only coupla hours later.
and stays until far into the day. I continually whine about the work I was supposed to be doing, but I still can't scurry her off. going to "Skje Din Vilje...", a soup bar on Løkka, since her new tongue piercing prevents her from eating normally.
read through BadCop's new pieces in the new Spirit mag. my respect for the man continually grows, especially after his USApocalyptic full length feature.
so when I'm poised to bid Callie goodbye on the station at, like, 21 (and I have long abandoned all hope of getting any work done that Saturday), because we've postponed that moment all day, I tell her I can't take her home because I'm going up early in the morning. "but can't you come with me instead," she says... she is actually standing inside the train wagon as she utters the words. so what can I do but jump in?
Maragor is a very very cozy fellow. I like him better and better. same with Arcticon.
and I tried (unsuccessfully) to get some work done yesterday after I had seen the party on their way to the amusement park. Bast phoned and thought I had forgotten about her. so I picked her up on the terminal and went with her to see Diary of Bridget Jones on Soria Moria. nice movie. pleasant.
we went from Nyx by way of Kilkenny's to end up at Paragrafen afterwards. discussing mythologies, friendships, lifestyles and goals. and careers, music, and problems and joys great and small. very enjoyable. we also dwelt somewhat on my little Calliopian dilemma. be honest, she told me. just like Veronica did, that time. but how can I hurt Cal now, when there seems to be no need to, when we both have good times together? because you will hurt her much more if someone other comes along and you fall seriously in love, Bast said.
"there can be no friendship between man and woman" -- Bast
found out that Bast and Lorien share the same surname, which apparently is a pretty rare one. I have resolved to conduct some investigation around this matter.
and poor thing, as I was set on getting up early to work (and her workday starting at 07) I couldn't very well offer her to stay. and we missed her last bus by an hour, thanks to the fact that none of us wore a wristwatch, and she insisted that I kept my mobile turned off. she didn't at all seem happy when we parted. probably mostly because taking a cab up there is seriously expensive. I know she has the money, but it's very unnecessary to have to spend it on a taxi, and I felt bad about it.
going home now, I think. by the way, the presentation today could have gone a lot better. and I never got up early to work today, either.
so after Korova showed up as well, the gang decided to do Blitz, where Locust and JR Ewing played that night. (even if Zathyra was seriously over-dressed for Blitz) I decided to go home and get some sleep. and then Callie decides she can't afford the night bus, so she stops in with me only coupla hours later.
and stays until far into the day. I continually whine about the work I was supposed to be doing, but I still can't scurry her off. going to "Skje Din Vilje...", a soup bar on Løkka, since her new tongue piercing prevents her from eating normally.
read through BadCop's new pieces in the new Spirit mag. my respect for the man continually grows, especially after his USApocalyptic full length feature.
so when I'm poised to bid Callie goodbye on the station at, like, 21 (and I have long abandoned all hope of getting any work done that Saturday), because we've postponed that moment all day, I tell her I can't take her home because I'm going up early in the morning. "but can't you come with me instead," she says... she is actually standing inside the train wagon as she utters the words. so what can I do but jump in?
Maragor is a very very cozy fellow. I like him better and better. same with Arcticon.
and I tried (unsuccessfully) to get some work done yesterday after I had seen the party on their way to the amusement park. Bast phoned and thought I had forgotten about her. so I picked her up on the terminal and went with her to see Diary of Bridget Jones on Soria Moria. nice movie. pleasant.
we went from Nyx by way of Kilkenny's to end up at Paragrafen afterwards. discussing mythologies, friendships, lifestyles and goals. and careers, music, and problems and joys great and small. very enjoyable. we also dwelt somewhat on my little Calliopian dilemma. be honest, she told me. just like Veronica did, that time. but how can I hurt Cal now, when there seems to be no need to, when we both have good times together? because you will hurt her much more if someone other comes along and you fall seriously in love, Bast said.
"there can be no friendship between man and woman" -- Bast
found out that Bast and Lorien share the same surname, which apparently is a pretty rare one. I have resolved to conduct some investigation around this matter.
and poor thing, as I was set on getting up early to work (and her workday starting at 07) I couldn't very well offer her to stay. and we missed her last bus by an hour, thanks to the fact that none of us wore a wristwatch, and she insisted that I kept my mobile turned off. she didn't at all seem happy when we parted. probably mostly because taking a cab up there is seriously expensive. I know she has the money, but it's very unnecessary to have to spend it on a taxi, and I felt bad about it.
going home now, I think. by the way, the presentation today could have gone a lot better. and I never got up early to work today, either.
