"Would anyone be offended if I have a cooch slip?" -- roxyoi301.

Yes. This is a drunk posting. But look at my grammatical structure! I haven't used a double-negative yet, so Good for me!

Too much tequila. There were tequila shots and two magaritas and I think a redheaded slut shot somewhere in there. And I'm wearing obscenly high heels and a tiny, tiny skirt. Unlike Ashley, I've not yet had a cooch slip, neither have I fallen as of yet. But oh, my head. Tequila. Strangely, alcohol brings out teh gay in me. There were too many hot women tonight, most of them straight. That's good. It keeps me out of trouble. :)

It's Rac's birthday, and so the Lesbionic Sisterhood of Traveling Pantslessness went barhopping in Annapolis. There were acoustic bands who played both happy, horny songs and sad, heartwrenching songs. I had to leave that bar. And now Jeff Buckley's singing his hallelujah, and I can't seem to see how that's better. It still hurts, mostly because it's so true. I made Heather take my cell phone. This makes sense to mostly only me, but that's okay.

At bar number... um, I think it was something like seven, we were seated, and I ordered my last drink out on the patio of the Ram's Head Tavern. There was a girl at the table next to us-- a brunette in a teal top, a lavender silk tie around her neck. I distinctly felt as though I'd been attracted to her before. Ten minutes later, she turned to me and asked me if my name was Christina. I said yes, and confirmed that my initial impression was right. Ariel, remember Jane the techie from BSA? It was her.

Apparently, she lives in California now, and guess who is her graphic artist? None other than Kendell Burton, another of my exes. It's a small, small world. (Ariel, she sends her hellos!) We traded high-school stories about Kathleen Scott, who is now a Disney Princess (how appropriate). Like the first time I came out to Kathleen, right after Ariel and I had begun dating. Kathleen, the good Catholic she was, was quite disturbed by this.

"But Jane," she said, "it's so weird. I don't know how to take it."
"Yeah, but you're overlooking that it's also incredibly hot."

(I got a giggle over that.)

So she updated me about her ongoing arguments with inanimate objects and gave me her number so we could catch up. I'm still trying to determine wether or not she was hitting on me. Considering she's going back to California soon, it's debatable. So. There's that.

Weird.

And now the Sisterhood's going to go have girlsex, and possibly I'll whip their asses in Mario 3. Ahhh, oldschool NES.

Well. I'm sure I made a typo or a grammatical error somewhere in this rambly essay. I guess I'm done for.


BYE. Everything is changing once more. I don't know what to do.