Going Out
I had a wonderful evening last night.
Sweeney Todd was beautiful and filled with gallons of red latex faux-blood. Gorey, elegant, excellent music.
The Barracuda bar was great for dinner. Tim is back in town. I may be the last person to see him, but I think he looks great. Well, hell it's Tim - I always thought he looked great. I'm terrible with faces. This is probably why It bugs me when men change their facial hair. Tim is now sporting a high-n-tight and a smooth shaved chin for the first time since we met. If he hadn't been talking when he came into the restaurant, I never ever would have recognized him.
We went to The Shelter after dinner. I danced a little: as much as my limited lung capacity would allow. I didn't drink, except for one toddy with dinner. I flirted with a random loser-guy for my dose of social Prozac. It's nice to have someone put a little effort into charming me. We danced one dance because I loved the song: "Teardrop" by Massive Attack. Also known as the theme to "House." For a guy who was just chatting me up, he was a gentleman when we danced. Not grabby at all! I begged off after that, and a friend of a friend promptly told me that my Prozac is a total creep. I wasn't worried. He was just "creepy" and I was just making myself smile. Yeah yeah yeah, I'm a tease. I fail to care. I just wanted someone with no stake in me to pay attention for a few minutes.
I had such a good time. I'm thinking I may have to go out more often. I certainly want to go out in my own car without carrying a purse. It's not that I had a problem leaving when the others did, but it would have been nice to not worry about where they were and what they were doing. The purse was a pain in my ass. I was terrified someone would steal it if I left it with the coats, and it got in my way when I was dancing. Ahh well, live and learn.
Sweeney Todd was beautiful and filled with gallons of red latex faux-blood. Gorey, elegant, excellent music.
The Barracuda bar was great for dinner. Tim is back in town. I may be the last person to see him, but I think he looks great. Well, hell it's Tim - I always thought he looked great. I'm terrible with faces. This is probably why It bugs me when men change their facial hair. Tim is now sporting a high-n-tight and a smooth shaved chin for the first time since we met. If he hadn't been talking when he came into the restaurant, I never ever would have recognized him.
We went to The Shelter after dinner. I danced a little: as much as my limited lung capacity would allow. I didn't drink, except for one toddy with dinner. I flirted with a random loser-guy for my dose of social Prozac. It's nice to have someone put a little effort into charming me. We danced one dance because I loved the song: "Teardrop" by Massive Attack. Also known as the theme to "House." For a guy who was just chatting me up, he was a gentleman when we danced. Not grabby at all! I begged off after that, and a friend of a friend promptly told me that my Prozac is a total creep. I wasn't worried. He was just "creepy" and I was just making myself smile. Yeah yeah yeah, I'm a tease. I fail to care. I just wanted someone with no stake in me to pay attention for a few minutes.
I had such a good time. I'm thinking I may have to go out more often. I certainly want to go out in my own car without carrying a purse. It's not that I had a problem leaving when the others did, but it would have been nice to not worry about where they were and what they were doing. The purse was a pain in my ass. I was terrified someone would steal it if I left it with the coats, and it got in my way when I was dancing. Ahh well, live and learn.
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