morning quiet time
Aug. 4th, 2002 04:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sereneThis time, the rooster (my alarm clock) didn't awaken me, but I got up at 430am anyway. I actually kind of like taking an hour of quiet alone time before heading back to bed. Check email/Usenet/LJ, sit alone in the dark, gradually wake up but not enough to impede going back to bed. *yawn*
Gonna meet a couple of alt.polyites for lunch-or-something today. Glad they called, but having a touch (just a touch) of my usual first-meeting jitters. I tend to babble like mad at first meetings, and I've always been conflicted about fixing it. I mean, if I concentrated hard enough, I could probably shut up and be pleasant-and-quiet company, but how much fun would that be for me me me? Heh. Am I as self-involved as I think I am?
Today's mom's birthday. We were gonna get a group together and paint her living room, and I still want to, but due to the tremendous overwhelmingness of the last two weeks for me, I slacked on it. Mom understands, since after all, she was in the hospital for five days of it. So I think I'll just go buy her some lox and fixin's and do the paint thing another weekend. (She says that the 3 Mo' Tenors concert counts as her birthday present, and even though it didn't cost me anything, I agree that it was a gift to her, but I'd still like to do more.)
Last night, went with cute-poet-chick for her belated-birthday date. We went to the Museum of Photographic Arts for their "Revenge of the Long Cult Summer" festival. (On the way to the festival, we ran into a friend of ours, who invited us to his art show later that night, but we didn't end up going; cute-poet-chick was hugely flattered by the invite, though, since this guy and his wife are some of our favorite cool artiste types.)
Last night's film offerings, on a trans theme, were "Glen or Glenda" (delightfully horrible) and "Myra Breckenridge" (we didn't stay for it; the docent guy said "It's only two dollars extra for the second feature, and if you don't stay for "Myra," you don't get to see the short, "Penis Facts." Me: "Oh, that settles it. We'll just take tickets for Glen or Glenda, please." They did show a classic short (Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd, the latter in drag), though, so that was cool.
After the show, I told cute-poet-chick to pick the restaurant. She chose a New-Orleans-style seafood place near us that we hadn't tried. Normally at a seafood place, I stick with a salad and the grilled veggies or something, but I was feeling decidedly un-vegan, so I ordered shrimp bisque, a salad (vegetarian), and half a dozen fried oysters. The whole entire meal was delicious, but just too rich for me to eat much of. The salad was overdressed, the soup was delightful but very rich, and the oysters were probably the most lipid (yet tasty) thing I've eaten all year. Cute-poet-chick ordered two appetizers, and found that made for her food competing for "most excitingly spiced." The shrimp smelled of rosemary, and she only ate one crabcake, so I'm guessing they weren't all that great. (By the way, no idea at all why I feel impelled to list the details of our meal here, but I guess I can do what I want, huh?) The bread basket was good: extra-sour sourdough bread and three (?) tiny corn muffins. I was tempted by the bloody mary (I have drunk virgin marys in nearly every queer bar in town, and I usually order it wherever it's available. Cute-poet-chick says I'm drinking my salad.), but they were seven dollars apiece and I'm sorry, but if I'm paying that much for a drink, I'd better be sitting at the Del looking at the sunset over the ocean.
Finding that the restlessness of late isn't really dissipating any, but I'm finding ways to just acknowledge it and let it go. Still feel like I want to make some changes in my life, but don't feel desperate or sad about it. Want more fun in my life, more love, more sex, more spontaneity, more flirting, more creativity, more more more, but I'm feeling fairly patient about getting it.
Guess I'll toodle off to bed now. Started writing this entry at 4:58; it's 5:22 now. Must be a personal record.
Gonna meet a couple of alt.polyites for lunch-or-something today. Glad they called, but having a touch (just a touch) of my usual first-meeting jitters. I tend to babble like mad at first meetings, and I've always been conflicted about fixing it. I mean, if I concentrated hard enough, I could probably shut up and be pleasant-and-quiet company, but how much fun would that be for me me me? Heh. Am I as self-involved as I think I am?
Today's mom's birthday. We were gonna get a group together and paint her living room, and I still want to, but due to the tremendous overwhelmingness of the last two weeks for me, I slacked on it. Mom understands, since after all, she was in the hospital for five days of it. So I think I'll just go buy her some lox and fixin's and do the paint thing another weekend. (She says that the 3 Mo' Tenors concert counts as her birthday present, and even though it didn't cost me anything, I agree that it was a gift to her, but I'd still like to do more.)
Last night, went with cute-poet-chick for her belated-birthday date. We went to the Museum of Photographic Arts for their "Revenge of the Long Cult Summer" festival. (On the way to the festival, we ran into a friend of ours, who invited us to his art show later that night, but we didn't end up going; cute-poet-chick was hugely flattered by the invite, though, since this guy and his wife are some of our favorite cool artiste types.)
Last night's film offerings, on a trans theme, were "Glen or Glenda" (delightfully horrible) and "Myra Breckenridge" (we didn't stay for it; the docent guy said "It's only two dollars extra for the second feature, and if you don't stay for "Myra," you don't get to see the short, "Penis Facts." Me: "Oh, that settles it. We'll just take tickets for Glen or Glenda, please." They did show a classic short (Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd, the latter in drag), though, so that was cool.
After the show, I told cute-poet-chick to pick the restaurant. She chose a New-Orleans-style seafood place near us that we hadn't tried. Normally at a seafood place, I stick with a salad and the grilled veggies or something, but I was feeling decidedly un-vegan, so I ordered shrimp bisque, a salad (vegetarian), and half a dozen fried oysters. The whole entire meal was delicious, but just too rich for me to eat much of. The salad was overdressed, the soup was delightful but very rich, and the oysters were probably the most lipid (yet tasty) thing I've eaten all year. Cute-poet-chick ordered two appetizers, and found that made for her food competing for "most excitingly spiced." The shrimp smelled of rosemary, and she only ate one crabcake, so I'm guessing they weren't all that great. (By the way, no idea at all why I feel impelled to list the details of our meal here, but I guess I can do what I want, huh?) The bread basket was good: extra-sour sourdough bread and three (?) tiny corn muffins. I was tempted by the bloody mary (I have drunk virgin marys in nearly every queer bar in town, and I usually order it wherever it's available. Cute-poet-chick says I'm drinking my salad.), but they were seven dollars apiece and I'm sorry, but if I'm paying that much for a drink, I'd better be sitting at the Del looking at the sunset over the ocean.
Finding that the restlessness of late isn't really dissipating any, but I'm finding ways to just acknowledge it and let it go. Still feel like I want to make some changes in my life, but don't feel desperate or sad about it. Want more fun in my life, more love, more sex, more spontaneity, more flirting, more creativity, more more more, but I'm feeling fairly patient about getting it.
Guess I'll toodle off to bed now. Started writing this entry at 4:58; it's 5:22 now. Must be a personal record.
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Date: 2002-08-04 08:01 am (UTC)Spalding Gray calls Bloody Marys "the healthy way to drink." ;-)
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Date: 2002-08-04 08:15 am (UTC)i can provide more flirting if that will help, but if it needs to be flirting with intent then i'll just egg you on! *hug* if you'd like one.