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I'm drinking a beer. My father was fishing in Vermont all weekend, and he brought home a couple Molsons; but no one, including him, drinks beer here, so I usually drink them when they appear. I haven't had a beer in...I don't remember...months. The antibiotics I was on precluded any drinking. They had me on Flagyl, actually, which is apparently the same formula as that drug they give alcoholics. I was told this three days into my I.V. treatment, by a nurse about my age. "Oh, you know you can't drink, right?" Projectile vomiting, cramps, diarrhoea, basically back in the ER. Thanks for mentioning that, doc. Anyway, I haven't been drinking hardly at all, and I like it. First of all, I save money at the clubs, and I don't have to worry about getting too drunk, or feeling sick in the mornings. I'm not swearing off alcohol or anything - obviously - but I am content to make drinking an increasingly minor part of my after-hours repertoire.
M. and I tried to get into Roxy last night for the post-pride party, but the cover, which is usually $5, was $50. Wait, seriously? So we hightailed it to T.T.'s in Cambridge for Heroes. There's an ongoing feud in town between that and The Pill, the Friday-night hipster/britpop rave-up at Great Scott. My loyalties are with the latter, but Heroes was fun. Costumes! And better dancers, too, and they played Holiday! When I was a wee ninth grader I went to an older girl's house party where a confrontational junior named Jordyn-with-a-"y" performed a table dance to this song before disappearing with her Indian boyfriend to make out. The next year I would try to kiss her and it would go badly. A few years after that I met her at a house party of a mutual friend's, and charmed but never called her. Anyway, ever since that adolescent depth charge I've been a little bit in love with Madonna's third single. The night's downside was an inconsistent DJ. His set left a big, dreary hole in the middle of the night, playing nothing but Joy Divison/New Order/Smiths tunes. I appreciate that these clubs like unconventional playlists, but sometimes I feel like they are challenging us not to dance. Like, here's a punk song with no recognizable beat: let's see you dance to this, bitches. Play more Cut Copy, Prince, Madonna, and MGMT. Do it. Give us what we want.
A bunch of us from the paralegal course have started hanging out. It's a unit built around similar life situations (mostly) and a lunch date at a circulating Asian location. Among us are two Vietnamese girls and a Polish chick working on her doctorate in comp. lit., writing and reading across Polish, German, and English, with an avowed hatred of Judith Butler and Derrida, a strong dislike of Germany (it's tough to be Polish in the EU), and the cutest, new-to-it addiction to Facebook. She's 32 and looks 25. She's blonde, very pretty, sincere and funny. I'm debating which of the Vietnamese girls I'd like to pursue. One is 24, fun, a bit immature. She has a way of leaning on one arm and looking over her shoulder, with her waist-length hair and oxen eyes, that aligns her cute in such a way that it becomes, briefly, stunning.
P. is touchy and encouraging. She grabs my arm when we walk, my knee when we talk. The other guy in our group has expressed a desire for her. I'm better-looking that him; but he's a good guy and we're friendly. He's sleeping with two others. The other girl is 28. She's more mature than I am, and threatens to be a bit boring. She's bought and sold a house - we did real estate this week - and didn't elaborate on details, which makes me think divorce. Not that it matters. B. is a knockout from any angle. She doesn't want me now and I don't know if she ever will. I think I need my partners to be somewhat imposing to really fall from them, which P. isn't and B. might be. Do I want to fall for someone? Ha. Like that's relevant. "You said, 'Now ain't that just like the present/To be showin' up like this.'" But neither of them really grab me, so I might just keep this group as friends and, you know, sleep with their friends if I feel the sudden need to get laid.
Listening to vintage Nile Rodgers. I go back and forth with him but Land of the Good Groove is a great album.