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Party Nite, Pt. I
2001-08-27 - 3:12 p.m.

Oh man. Y'all missed one hell of a night. Well, most of you. If you were there, maybe you don't want to relive it. If you think of me as an angel- or if you generally have high morals, and think that I should be living by them, perhaps you shouldn't be reading all this. If your name is "mom" or "dad," then a) what the heck are you doing here? and b) GET OUT!! NOW! Consider this paragraph fair warning for the straight and squeamish, or religious right, or people who look up to me. I didn't do anything or see anything I regret... but then, who knows what y'all will think.

Saturday started kind of innocently, after some sleep, I got up mad early and at around 10 am, decided to leave for Bergen to the photo lab dark rooms. I spent hours there. I don't know how the hell I did it, and didn't lose my mind- arrived at 10 am, left at 8:30 pm. Granted, there was a short lunch break between, but yeah, the sun was up, the sun was down, and the whole time I was pretty much in a monotone yellow tinted, black walled room, trying to get decent prints out of negatives. Scary! Luckily my friend Susan was there for part of it, and her, and two other lesbian chicks I didn't know (did I mention Susan likes girls? Probably not, I don't think I mentioned her before... she rocks, but anyway...), er.. anyway... Do over!!

I hung out in the dark room with gay or gay friendly chicks, and we discussed poetry class teachers, and stuff 'bout pictures, and who knows what else... somehow, I let Susan know that I planned on going to Loading Doc that night with Dave and his pack from Queer World. Susan asked if she could come along with her sister, I said sure, and we made plans to meet later that night.

So yeah, got home 'round 8:45, ate some microwave zapped, kinda old rice as dinner (having only eaten two relatively small pizza slices for lunch earlier), and got dressed to head out, as Dave was calling me telling me to get ready to leave as soon as I got in the door. I threw on my red and black velvet-y shirt and plain black pants... deciding to go for an "evil angel" look, which I thought would be appropriate with my whole "angel" kick, and my QUEER necklace... I was pimpin and ready to go. Dave came by close to 10, decked in red and black too (idea-stealing bitch!!), *didn't* bring my keys, which he has possession of and needs to give back, and we headed out.

Riding there in a car with an Andy, Barry, me (Chaz), and David, I made the keen observation that we're cool, cuz we're ABC and D. Oh yeah, I definitely "belonged" there. :-) Small talk was made, we went to the club.

I was pulled away from the pack, greeted by Chandler, the one dude I conversed with from previous Loading Doc trips, and Brenda, the owner lady of the club. Dave and them chilled by the pool tables, and was doin his own greeting thing with his crew, who grew larger and larger as more cars out from Whitemarsh came out, and more people I'd seen around but not really talked to hung out. After some chit-chat with Chandler, I decided to go on the hunt for the perfect, appropriate song. Something that was a little sassy, seemed appropriate, and fitting to the fact that- well, though I've been dodging mentioning it in here, and alluding to my lil' inner conflict, I had been fighting warm, affectionate, and obnoxiously charming feelings for Dave since his departure from my couch residence. Just the night of the storm, I had completed gettin the hell over it all... and so... back to karaoke.. I wanted a song to kinda represent that.

"I thought you were special, I thought you should know, but I've run out of patience, I couldn't care less" -Garbage

Yeah, I picked "Special" by Garbage. Lots of appropriate lyrics, not all but most...

Ashleigh's here though.. but I *will* get back to this. hmm

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...