A summary of my evening.
...So. Mike did not make it up this weekend. Apparently, there's gonna be a hell of a lot of snow on the ground tomorrow, and he didn't want to chance it. Fair enough. I'd rather have him here in one piece next week than in multiple pieces tomorrow. Stupid snow, foiling my Valentine's celebration. Drat.
But, on the upside, the gang and I hit Orpheus tonight, and I was swayed by the charms of yet another Miss Obnoxiously Hot. This particular MOH's name was Becca (gee, Anna, what are the chances?), and she was short with gorgeous cocoa-hued skin, long, curly hair, and a floor-length vinyl gown to die for. Okay. So we exchanged maybe six (short) sentences, but still. Tongue. On. Floor. Oh, wait a minute. I have a boyfriend. Dammit. :)
Among other things, Creepy Braids Guy left us alone, Rac was absolutely lust-inducing in her tiny skirt and sheer top, and this shirtless guy kept following up around and telling us how "adorable" we were. I think he assumed that we were together. Then, there was this other girl who creepily kept grabbing my hand whenever I asked her a question. Like grabbing, and holding on. Yeah, pretty soon, I stopped asking questions. Some guy named Rick tried to give me his number, proudly professing that his band was signed to the drummer of Nine Inch Nails' label. Well, of all the convoluted pickup lines... The number ended up on the floor. T-A-K-E-N. Apparently, it's not a simple enough word for all people to comprehend. Also, VNV Nation is a good thing. Nonstop VNV Nation is not. Noble actually danced, as opposed to his patented head bop. Rac exchanged numbers with a guy that I literally threw her into because she was too chickenshit to ask him to dance. :P However, he entered her number into his cell phone, which is indeed a tad creepy. How many times do I got to tell the girl? E-mail helps weed out creepy stalker people. Give e-mail addresses. Fortunately, she learned this valuable lesson by the time she chatted up Dave, who has a tenuous stamp of approval.
On the plus side, I got to break in the new combat boots and the teensy-weensy plaid skirt with the leather buckles... which means that while outside, I nearly froze to death. Rac took a picture, and if it turns out well, I may well post it. Mike will have to wait an extra week for his toy surprise.
Afterwards, we picked up Heather for a Denny's run, where we bumped into a herd of theater people, and Pekker-face's (Peccararo, Rachael's most recent ex) jaw hit the floor when he saw her eensy-weensy getup. Ha ha, let that teach you to give a girl the "it's not you, it's me" line. Idiot.
As it is now 4:51 by my clock, and my head is throbbing mightily, I shall now go to sleep.
Tomorrow- laundry, room cleaning and such. A world of mundane.
But- I finally saw "Cavalry," and I have not the presence of mind to properly react at the moment, so I will concisely say in a mostly non-spoilery way... Oh my sweet lord! // 'If I swung that way'? WTF ever. // RE: Lilah's sexuality- it's so official. // Oh, Lorne. Thank god they remembered that you are capable of more than just calling people by food names. Smack down the Succu-Bitch. // Jenny-O was so right about CordEvillia. Go her.
Latah.
But, on the upside, the gang and I hit Orpheus tonight, and I was swayed by the charms of yet another Miss Obnoxiously Hot. This particular MOH's name was Becca (gee, Anna, what are the chances?), and she was short with gorgeous cocoa-hued skin, long, curly hair, and a floor-length vinyl gown to die for. Okay. So we exchanged maybe six (short) sentences, but still. Tongue. On. Floor. Oh, wait a minute. I have a boyfriend. Dammit. :)
Among other things, Creepy Braids Guy left us alone, Rac was absolutely lust-inducing in her tiny skirt and sheer top, and this shirtless guy kept following up around and telling us how "adorable" we were. I think he assumed that we were together. Then, there was this other girl who creepily kept grabbing my hand whenever I asked her a question. Like grabbing, and holding on. Yeah, pretty soon, I stopped asking questions. Some guy named Rick tried to give me his number, proudly professing that his band was signed to the drummer of Nine Inch Nails' label. Well, of all the convoluted pickup lines... The number ended up on the floor. T-A-K-E-N. Apparently, it's not a simple enough word for all people to comprehend. Also, VNV Nation is a good thing. Nonstop VNV Nation is not. Noble actually danced, as opposed to his patented head bop. Rac exchanged numbers with a guy that I literally threw her into because she was too chickenshit to ask him to dance. :P However, he entered her number into his cell phone, which is indeed a tad creepy. How many times do I got to tell the girl? E-mail helps weed out creepy stalker people. Give e-mail addresses. Fortunately, she learned this valuable lesson by the time she chatted up Dave, who has a tenuous stamp of approval.
On the plus side, I got to break in the new combat boots and the teensy-weensy plaid skirt with the leather buckles... which means that while outside, I nearly froze to death. Rac took a picture, and if it turns out well, I may well post it. Mike will have to wait an extra week for his toy surprise.
Afterwards, we picked up Heather for a Denny's run, where we bumped into a herd of theater people, and Pekker-face's (Peccararo, Rachael's most recent ex) jaw hit the floor when he saw her eensy-weensy getup. Ha ha, let that teach you to give a girl the "it's not you, it's me" line. Idiot.
As it is now 4:51 by my clock, and my head is throbbing mightily, I shall now go to sleep.
Tomorrow- laundry, room cleaning and such. A world of mundane.
But- I finally saw "Cavalry," and I have not the presence of mind to properly react at the moment, so I will concisely say in a mostly non-spoilery way... Oh my sweet lord! // 'If I swung that way'? WTF ever. // RE: Lilah's sexuality- it's so official. // Oh, Lorne. Thank god they remembered that you are capable of more than just calling people by food names. Smack down the Succu-Bitch. // Jenny-O was so right about CordEvillia. Go her.
Latah.