July 18, 2005

epic journies

returned not so terribly long ago from my little weekend la trip for kat's birthday - i only mentioned this to a couple of you. sigh, i suppose it was a rather replete weekend, so much i could say. we drove down friday, taking 101 for the lovely costal view and the avoidance of inland heat. the coast was hazy for long stretches, but it was quite a while before we even reached those regions. i started reading a kiss of shados by laurell k. hamilton aloud on the trip, for kat's enjoyment as well as my own. the writing is not good by any stretch of the imagination and i can best describe its appeal as literary camp. it is just shy of a bodice-ripper, more along the lines of an undersexed goth girl's elaborately thought-out fantasies. it had the same /one woman forced by strange circumstance to sleep with many hot manly men/ fantasy plot device present in compass rose by gail dayton, which i read on the same long drive only a few months ago. all this tells me is that there are very many pining gothy girls out there with belabored prose and overly specific imagery bursting to be free of their tortured breasts. see? i can do it, too, bitches.

we arrived about 9 or 10 in the evening (i'm unsure as i have eschewed wristwatches for the summer) and stopped at whole foods for food and rite aid for liquor. blaize was throwing a party slated to begin at 10, and we were quickly threatening to be late. kat had invited some of her friends, who were more prompt than we were, and she recieved angry phone calls for the hour from 10 to 11 that it took us to show up at amy and elissa's place, eat, and put on our party finery. as so as we were ready, and had stopped at ib's for a little pre-party cocktail (mohitos - nm, not overly fond of drinks mixed with mint), we took out alcoholic purchases and finally made the much-anticipated appearance (at least on kat's side). i met her friends - a former classmate and the ex-boyfriend of an acquaintance both kat and i share, though her relationship with the girl is much more direct. we both imbibed quite a bit throughout the evening, though she had more than i did, and that is the only way i can explain was absurdities ensued.

kat simply grew ill, and apart from spending the later half of the party weakened on blaize's bed, did indelicate things into a plastic bag. i made out with jen fung's ex. backstory: i became aware of the girl in middle school, when she played the much reviled "other woman" to a classmate who was already taken in monogamy (in a rather stomach-churning emasculating way, i might add). oh, and i had a crush on him, as well, and was a ways away from being, but still vaguely, other-womany, myself. this all was very weird twilight-zone six degrees of kevin bacon.

her ex, nick, is a fairly attractive fellow, who says the most absurdly laughable things in aims to seduce, and at the end of the night tried to get me to go home with him. did not succeed. no. now, sure, i must admit that i did make out with him sporadically through the night, but the fact that i tried to escape him several times, mostly with the (very valid and not at all exploitative) excuse of needing to check on katherine. i would get "caught" in other conversations afterwards and simply "become distracted" from seeking him out. but, he'd always find me out again. he was intriguing at first, but anyone who says "i like your style" (leering) and "you're a fucking good kisser" (actually doubtful) without the slightest hint of ironic detachment is not for me. i appreciate praise, of course, but mostly the sort of helplessly (or hopelessly) honest kind, delivered with almost a reluctant compulsion, rather than these unoriginal stock lines delivered without any shame. (jim once said to me "god, you're hard to resist," which i had cause to believe, as, at that time and actually ever since a surprisingly unwise grope while still in a relationship with the now-ex, he'd had an obviously difficult time keeping his hands off of me. was terribly flattered.) at the end of the party, i was able to brush off the guy without even offering my phone number, which i'm sure he found rather confusing and mixed messagey. when he first kissed me (as we were dancing) - and it happened in quite an amusing way, with him asking for permission more along the lines of the morality of having a bit of a drunken party fling after a two-year relationship than a may-i-please-touch-you thing. and obviously, i took it for an even more meaningless party amusement.

i'm now of the impression that more than simply disfunctional - i just have very strange delineations for the types of relationships that i'm willing to interact in. i'll kiss a guy at a party and thing nearly nothing of him, but outside of that sort of situation, i think i'd like a proper relationship. where i can get attached enough to actually want to fuck the guy. there's a big hurdle of trust between my lips and my nether bits.

through my rounds and later, i discovered that quite a few people grew sick at the party, or immediately following. and none of the ones you'd expect. i had a wonderfully bile-free evening, for once, but many of the resident heavyweights or at least the sane drinkers were laid out.

slept at amy and elissa's (alone, hah!) and caught up with a mildly hung-over kat in the morning. she and blaize came by - her to shower, him to have pancakes. he brought the ingredients, but there was no milk to be had, so those plans were foiled, at least until he could get ib's pancake mix (just add water). he made breakfast in amy's kitchen and ib and patty came over for breakfast. i played the old snes aladdin game. and rather poorly.

eventually, we were able to make afternoon plans to go to the beach, but left far too late. blaize, his roommate, some friend of theirs who reminded me vaguely of my aunt sophia - in her youth, before the desperate and unatrractive need to couteract the cosmetic ravages of middle age set upon her, amy, kat, and i made up the party. i had hoped jim would join, but he opted out for some reason unrelayed. we drove a long way to hermosa beach at blaize's insistance and by the time we got there, the sun was hidden behind clouds, and there was no desire to spend time on the actual beach. we had a nice dinner on the peir, but i had really been hoping to sink my feet and hands in the sand. i did get to walk about a hundred yards barefoot in the sand on the way back to the car, but it just wasn't the same as a good proper quiet moment spent, toes curling into the sand and then collapsing to hands and knees, palms digging under until my forearms are burried. then lifting my arms slowly out, by steepening the angle from my shoulders, palms remaining in place, then heels moving apart and body lowered to sitting on the sand. amy had a bit of trouble following blaize to hermosa, mostly due to his inept abilities to lead. she hit a plant, a small, hardy member of the palm family that curled past the curb, while parking and damaged her mirror, dislodging it slightly. we all felt slightly bad. it would have been better to have gone earalier to the aquarium, as i still crave.

that night, after i had progressed further in aladdin, kat and i went to westwood to see charlie and the chocolate factory. on my insistence kat called jim to invite him (i had left my cell phone behind out of sheer empty-pocketed perversity), but he didn't answer so didn't join, and i was again rather disappointed as it seemed i wouldn't be seeing him, then. the movie was incredible, at least in my humble opinion. very campy, with amusingly absurd moments that johnny depp excelled at (poppa?), and just the right bit of irony and dark humor to to keep me delighted. i think i did the shiney-eyed giddy thing all the way through and i came out proclaiming that it was exactly my sense of humor. not everyone liked it, though. i heard one girl complain that she couldn't keep her eyes open all the way through and i wanted to yell at her a bit. i know it's been getting mixed reviews, but i have to say, if you didn't get it, then how can you claim to have any sense of humor. evidently, i define the world by my own, very unyielding, yarstick.

sunday, i woke early and had french honey smacks on elissa's bed with her and amy. (improper syntax, i know.) they had the happy frog on the box, but the cereal was wheaty puffs filled with chocolate. yummy and horribly addicting. completed my aladdin game and packed up. after lunch, kat and i made our leave. didn't really see anyone but the two girls for goodbyes. i felt a bit bad about that, because i'm not going to be seeing anyone else for a couple of months, but can't feel too sad if they were inaccessable. we had the typical 5+ hour drive up highway 5. stopped in humid, cow-scented fresno for gas and ice cream, eaten melting in the car to escape the bovine smell heavy in the air. for the entire trip, i read aloud from the lovely horrid novel and got home around 8. mum fed me, i finished my book, prepared my lesson for tomorrow, and wrote this long missive. excuse the typos please, i'm not going to proof tonight. i must to bed or i'll never be able to face the children in the morning. am terribly eager not to.

i must somehow get ahold of half-blood prince and the sequel to my horibly gothy romance. also, remember not to cuss the kids. man.

1 Comments:

At 2:28 PM, Anonymous Alaine said...

Harry Potter & the Half blood prince is really good... I got the audio because the book is just too thick and heavy to bring to NY.

 

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