Painting the town red, if it wasn't already lavender.
I had planned on posting a big angsty post about birthdays and suicide, but when my birthday rolled around i didn't feel like posting it. and now, seeing as i haven't updated in a while i figured last nights unholy randomness warranted a posting...
So, Last night was weird.
first, while out and about trying to figure out what to do, me and my companions ended up at the end of a christian hardcore rock concert on the lawn of the capitol building at 9:30pm... or rather a hardcore christian rock concert... it was frightening. i swear, 10 minutes strait of "OUR LORD, IS WORTHY OF PRAISE!" over and over again. on the plus side though, some attractive godling talked with us for a little bit, and i got free water out of it.
then, after fleeing in terror, we ran across a candle lit yard sale. yes, a yard sale open at 10:00 at night. my lady friends got plenty of good deals on good clothing, such as $90 shoes for $2 or something, and 3 cast iron pans for $6. Most of the stuff i tried to buy was being sold for what it would be worth new, not what a yard sale is supposed to be about, but in the end i got a lampshade (for the lamp i got dumpsterdiving at the end of school) and a little electric heater or sorts, some scientific surplus thing, like to heat beakers. i love scientific supplies, higher quality than standard civilian market doohikies and thingamajigs... thingamajigs isn't misspelled? it's a real word? hmm... other things for sale that i did not buy included a tampon dispenser, as in bathroom grade industrial dispenser. a boat motor, a good deal of military surplus wooden boxes from areojet that looked like they may have at one point held weapon parts, and countless other neat little things.
after that it was on to food in lavender heights. Lavender heights is sacramentos equivalent to the Castro district by the way. I saw a couple of cowboys holding hands, it was nice, because usually cowboys keep their feelings hidden and don't display affection openly, gay or not. after food we hung out in the parking lot loitering like there was no tomorrow with a group of friendlies. i was the only strait one there... probably the only strait one on the block. had oodles of fun with that group simply because they where rancho cordovans. i forgot how much i miss rancho cordovans and their uniqueness, they just seem more alive than most other people. heard lots of fun stories too, such as how there is a CHP officer out there some where who gets off on being called a dirty pig during anal sex, and apparently butter makes an excellent anal lubricant.
at the end of the night as we were about to head back to the car and go, i heard the ominous sound of a police radio from behind me. i turn to see two cops standing at the edge of the parking lot surveying the wanderers. then he shines a light over at us, i start to panic despite the fact that i wasn't doing anything illegal, until i turn to see that one of the gay guys we were hanging out with headed over to them. knowing that we weren't being signaled we start to walk out of the parking lot, and as we pass by the gay guy goes up to the cop and gives him a big kiss on the lips embrace. just so we're clear, this is a 20 year old young trendy blonde guy, and a 40 something uniformed cop with a mustache. we laughed out loud at the sight as we went by.
my mind having been sufficiently blown i ended up going to sleep at 3:00am.
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So, Last night was weird.
first, while out and about trying to figure out what to do, me and my companions ended up at the end of a christian hardcore rock concert on the lawn of the capitol building at 9:30pm... or rather a hardcore christian rock concert... it was frightening. i swear, 10 minutes strait of "OUR LORD, IS WORTHY OF PRAISE!" over and over again. on the plus side though, some attractive godling talked with us for a little bit, and i got free water out of it.
then, after fleeing in terror, we ran across a candle lit yard sale. yes, a yard sale open at 10:00 at night. my lady friends got plenty of good deals on good clothing, such as $90 shoes for $2 or something, and 3 cast iron pans for $6. Most of the stuff i tried to buy was being sold for what it would be worth new, not what a yard sale is supposed to be about, but in the end i got a lampshade (for the lamp i got dumpsterdiving at the end of school) and a little electric heater or sorts, some scientific surplus thing, like to heat beakers. i love scientific supplies, higher quality than standard civilian market doohikies and thingamajigs... thingamajigs isn't misspelled? it's a real word? hmm... other things for sale that i did not buy included a tampon dispenser, as in bathroom grade industrial dispenser. a boat motor, a good deal of military surplus wooden boxes from areojet that looked like they may have at one point held weapon parts, and countless other neat little things.
after that it was on to food in lavender heights. Lavender heights is sacramentos equivalent to the Castro district by the way. I saw a couple of cowboys holding hands, it was nice, because usually cowboys keep their feelings hidden and don't display affection openly, gay or not. after food we hung out in the parking lot loitering like there was no tomorrow with a group of friendlies. i was the only strait one there... probably the only strait one on the block. had oodles of fun with that group simply because they where rancho cordovans. i forgot how much i miss rancho cordovans and their uniqueness, they just seem more alive than most other people. heard lots of fun stories too, such as how there is a CHP officer out there some where who gets off on being called a dirty pig during anal sex, and apparently butter makes an excellent anal lubricant.
at the end of the night as we were about to head back to the car and go, i heard the ominous sound of a police radio from behind me. i turn to see two cops standing at the edge of the parking lot surveying the wanderers. then he shines a light over at us, i start to panic despite the fact that i wasn't doing anything illegal, until i turn to see that one of the gay guys we were hanging out with headed over to them. knowing that we weren't being signaled we start to walk out of the parking lot, and as we pass by the gay guy goes up to the cop and gives him a big kiss on the lips embrace. just so we're clear, this is a 20 year old young trendy blonde guy, and a 40 something uniformed cop with a mustache. we laughed out loud at the sight as we went by.
my mind having been sufficiently blown i ended up going to sleep at 3:00am.
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