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2000-05-27 hello friday night revellers. so. my day today. as a person not in ohio. we got off early and cha cha and i left happy hour early and went to see Gladiator. (more on non-gladiator thoughts i had during and after the movie, later) i just have to say. russell crowe. rarrr. i don't get why he's so hunky, yet he is! we kept leaning towards each other making purry noises. he's a very very sexy man. even if he *is* gay, which i don't know if i believe. after the movie, i went back to work in search of the revellers. they'd left but were at the thirsty bear. we went to rickenbackers. grumpster joined us. Gayboywithsonginhisheart and pixieboobs sang show tunes all night. occasionally they'd foray into Fiddler on the Roof and this girl Kim and I would get all excited ooh we know that! "IF I WERE A RICH MAN. YABBA DABBA DABBA DOOBIE DOOBIE DABBA DABBA DOO" (the flinstone version) then they'd segway back to Rent or Les Mis and kim and i would sulk in our corners. grump and shagadelic were talking to a cute young sharp irish boy. if i were 23 i'd have the hots for him. but i'm not. so shagedelic did. ..funny to think 4 years ago i was 26 and fuz was 23 and i was madly in love. i don't think i could date a 23 year old now. or even 25. so anyway. drank margarits. grump says if i go to dance twice a week (he worries . i was happy while dancing) he'll take me to St. Thomas for my birthday. wow. st thomas. I'LL BE A DANCING QUEEN. so we were looking out a window and there was a fight in progress. ..or an almost fight .men with chests puffed out. putting their puffy chests up against the other guys chest "yougottaproblem?' the cute waitresses made everyone calm down. (this was outside. we had our noses pressed against the windows watching) i was a little drunk later, and as i'm wont to do when drunk, wanted a smokey treat. went outside and the black guy who was in the 'fight' was outside (he'd earlier tried singing with gayboywithsonginhisheart and pixie)...so i conversed. "hey what was that fight about?" "ah, it wasn't a fight. it was ok" "did he insult you?" "yea he crossed aline. i mean, if you have a problem with me as black man..." "you should put quotes around that "Black Man"' "yea if you have a problem with me as "black Man"..don't confront me with it" "yea. "black man"' 'but it wasn't a fight. i'm not a fighter" "youre a lover, not a fighter" "yea. i'm a lover. want (he's slurring) to give me a kiss goodbye?" "mm...no, thanks lover" "you're a beautiful woman. this is sad. no love. why won't you give me a kiss good night?" "i'm anti-kissing" "that's just wrong! you're beautiful. i'm a lover. give me a kiss good night" "nooooo. but i'll hug you!" *big hug with strange "black man" (his words!)* "don't smell so good" "i smell bad??" "noo. don't smell so good" "you mean you want me to smell stinky?" ...conversation peters off as his drunken friends drag him away...him still muttering about his goodbye kiss. irish terrorist boy promises to make me a tape of wilco and other countryish sounding things. i proceed to get drunker. shagedelic tells me she missed me while she was in new york. i'm touched. i dont' think of myself as someone people think about much wehn i'm not around. ... and that's my night. except all my post gladiator thoughts. which had absolutely nothing to do with gladiator but i'm half asleep and drunk now so i'm going to wait. because...it's *deeep* so i'll be deep tomorrow. . tonight i finish on a shallow note. like. totally. yo.
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