Chinese food....
Last night was the FightClub party. Good times. . . I was a little nervous about going. I was feeling crappy about work. I wasnt' sure how much fun Sam was going to have. I heard a few other disturbing things on the way there, which I think is what was boiling my insides when I got there. I started feeling bad about halfway up to the party, and figured I'd be fine once I got there. It got worse, go figure.
I was really happy to see my Laric, I love you guys so much. The other folks were awesome too, and even though I don't always get to have conversations with everyone that comes to the parties (especially when I'm feeling like my body is rejecting life itself, whew) I love being around all the new, interesting friends I've collected.
I finally saw a Clubber outside of a FClub event, that'd be a certain someone at Anchor Grill, the wave hello and each of us slipping back into our seperate lives thing was nice. Nice to know that people respect boundaries and private lives, not that mine really needs to be protected/respected at the moment, but if things would/should change... then it's comforting to know that it follows that motif (is it a motif?)set forth in Fight Club the movie (I'm sure that's a bdsm film, you can all go to hell if you don't believe me). -
...excerpt....
INT. OFFICE PARK RESTAURANT - DAY
Jack, eating lunch, watches the BROKEN-NOSED WAITER with a
GOATEE -- from the above fight -- converse with a MAITRE D'.
JACK (V.O.)
Even if I could tell someone they had
a good fight, I wouldn't be talking
to the same man.
The Goateed Waiter approaches Jack and sets a refill soda
down on the table. The two of them briefly make eye contact.
JACK (V.O.)
Who you were in fight club is not who
you were in the rest of the world.
That's how I see it anyway.
I ended up feeling better by the end of the night, was sad to see Violet and Lucian leaving - but I did get a helluva hug on the way out - that was ... inspiring. Perhaps I've killed the creepy feelings for a decade or so again? Yes... inspiring, curiousity. Hmm.
It becomes very weird in the setting when you know too much about those around you - whether you too close to too many, or listen too well, or too involved in the past with them - but I found a happy medium. By the end of the night I was feeling really awesome about the whole thing, and was really disappointed when I had to leave early.
On the way home I had a really good talk with Sam about what kind of friends we are/were and we came to some good understandings. All in all a more productive day (mentally) than I would have thought.
Oh yeah.. Chinese food. I'm not sure why this seems indicative of my mood today, but I had some leftover Chinese from a new restaurant by work - sweet and sour chicken (boring I know) and I usually don't have enough leftovers to warrant saving... (wow! Warrent isn't a word. . .) so it was odd to actually eat leftovers.. (like I've seen in the movies, a lot) and honestly.. it tasted terrible. This is why I overeat .. .leftovers are evil. I'm sure of it.
"What's wrong with peace love and understanding....?"