November 19th, 2001:

I’m going to see the Arbys for lunch. Mmmmm.

Friday night I hung out with staceylacey. First we met for coffee, but then it was decided that we should attend a drag queen show in Oaklawn. She and her husband and her friend Anita and I all headed out there. We had a great time.

One very drunk forty-something guy tried to hit on me by telling my long hair was making him miss the long hair he used to have. He also informed me of the fact that he was a key member in a non-conformists club, and that if I would give him my number, he’d give me a call some time if I were interested in attending one of their parties. I respectfully declined. He smelled of alcohol pretty badly, and I’m not sure if his constant leaning against me was due to intoxication or just his desire to be close.

The show was wonderful, altho very crowded. Several of the girls were just hideous. Very large, very unattractive, and in need of of a refresher course on how to apply makeup. Several of them were incredibly beautiful. There was one in particular… I wish I could remember her name.

After we tired of the show, we went back into the bar to dance and drink some more. I’m not much of a dancer. In fact… I would be inclined to say that I cannot dance at all. But… I danced as best as I could none the less. Anita informed me, while heavily intoxicated, that the reason guys can dance is because they think about dancing while they are doing so. Girls on the other hand, according to her, think about sex. She then proceeded to show me exactly how a person thinking about sex looks when they dance. I was highly amused. I don’t think her lesson improved my dancing any, however.

After we grew tired of dancing, we decided to leave. On the way out, Anita informed me that there were several guys checking me out while I was dancing. I was incredibly flattered, and I bit disappointed that in her intoxicated state she was unable to remember exactly WHICH guys they were. I don’t remember why, if she even had a reason, but she then decided she had to remove her shirt. She did so under her leather jacket, which at first made perfect sense… until she proceeded to flash the entire bar.

We went to Cafe Brazil after we left for food, conversation, and good times. I enjoyed myself, and can’t wait to hang out with that group again.

I started writing a weekend recap this morning. I know how incredibly important it is to keep the outside world updated with the events, regardless of their trivial nature, of my life. After making a pot of coffee and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I started typing. Seconds later the rational, analytical, and frugal Reverend took over my body. Then, loudly, proudly, and matter-of-factly he proclaimed, as if he actually had an audience:

Perform thou not tasks in your leisure that on the corporate dime can be performed.

I’m not really sure why the rational Reverend speaks in such ancient vernacular, but the truth of his statement rang through me like church bells through a sinner.

I’ll update. Later.

In other news, all of you should download the studio version of Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Breaking the Girl”. Listen to the song from the beginning, don’t skip ahead. The portion from about 3:03 to 3:35 really has me moving.