THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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I will discus below the regret part, in order to deal with everything that didn't revolve around my new favorite bar. Firstly, Czarina and I never managed to hook up for drinks, due to her intestinal problems which she gave me way too much information about. I saw an excellent blues/ragtime band called the Kitchen Syncopators, bought their cd. That prevented me from eating well the rest of the time there, but it was worth it. I spent only one night out on Bourbon street with some archaeologist friends. Weakest drinks in the world, let me tell, are to be found there. I did not throw any beads at women, but instead assisted a woman I was standing next to on a balcony in picking out guys to throw beads at, including one of my crew, who didn't get what was going on. I nailed him in the head with some beads I had picked up. I then went down, and recieved some beads the old fashioned way - I earned them. Pretty fun, but I wouldn't care to do it again. Here's the regret part, and it's regret due to the great time I had. The first night in, I and Steve the Gothic Archaeologist found a little place called the Pirate's Alley Cafe, in Pirate's Alley off Jackson square. Turns out to be a little bar that serves the sanitized version of Absinthe and great drinks at reasonable prices. What was truly great about the bar is that both the clientele (artists, skaters, a couple goths,and the generally overeducated) and the staff (ditto) were the friendliest folks I have ever met in a bar. Topping the list of these folks is the bartender, Diana. Brilliant deep pink/red hair, an expressive face and dark eyes. The first night she was playing Ramones all night long. We talked a bit and she seemed to take to us immediately. Even turns out she's a SubGenius, too - in fact, the first other one I have met in the flesh. She's vastly intelligent, will be going to Notre Dame on a full ride for Medieval studies, goes to school full time now while holding down 3 full time jobs ( actually, she's part-owner of three places, including the bar). It was just one of those very rare situations when you instantly make friends with a person, you know? Another instance of Vonnegut's "Karass" is what I think. Anyway, I ended up spending most of my money and time at this bar, specifically for her company and also for the company of the other folks, such as this cute nanny who once studied linguistic archaeology (Steve TGA seemed to think that she was quite into me) and Jimbo, another bartender whoe had degrees in English, Art History and Architecture. It was really hard leaving that place. I don't know if it's in part to the fact that I haven't made any friends outside of work here, or that Diana is simply one of the coolest people I have ever met. The whole place in fact, strongly reminded me of here, in the types of people and conversations, and the atmosphere. Or maybe just because I was accepted and fit right in immediately. Shit. I want to go back. Am I overreacting to this? I mean, I am at a sort of vulnerable spot in my life right now, and let's face it, it has been about8 years since I recieved that much attention from that many women at one time. Christ I do not want to be here now. |
that outcome should anwer all your questions. she's says yes, you go, she says no, you move on. life short live now go sem go sem go sem go sem go sem go sem go sem |
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The problem with dropping in again anytime soon is the money. I have none. Taxes ate everything this year.I need to get rid of debt before I go anywhere else not business related. I am going back though. Thanks for the supprt though, guys. Need to find something here to dive into so to move on today, feeling a bit out of sorts and useless. |
if she's that cool, if you guys clicked, don't let distance make it fade away. those kinds of connections are rare, but real. don't psyche yourself out of it. stay in touch with her, enjoy it for what it is, and have fun seeing where it goes. you never know, sem... |
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OK, I wouldn't have blown off my grandparents. But I still may head down to New Orleans after I get back to Dallas. (I'm in New Jersey at the moment.) That bar sounds too interesting to pass up... Last night I saw an ass kicking show in New York by an Argentinian performance troupe called De La Guarda. It was fantastic! In one sentence: sexy wet Argentinian men and women suspended from ropes who dive into the audience, scream at each other, kiss audience members, and get everyone dancing with music that vibrates your whole body. Definately worth the price of admission. Hell, I might just go again if I wander back into the city later this week. |
short order cook1: "So, how was your hamburger, dear?" customer: "Great!" s.o.c.1: "Johnny, he says he absolutley loves your meat." s.o.c.2: "Thanks, love, I think you're special too . . . just like everybody else." Then they burst into gay disco songs. FYI: I am currently waiting on the email address for Diana from Steve TGA (although I think he has a crush on her [I'm cuter though!]). almost done with work here, now I must figure out what to do tonight. Unpack, put away laundry from last week, maybe clean up a bit. |
Czarina's illness kinda makes me feel okay I missed out.... But I have always wanted to do New Orleans.... Shit. Not even gonna divulge my opinions on Long Distance thangs as they've always been wretched....just watch yo ass, chief.... |
I will add that if we everdo organize a sorabji-fest, New Orleans is my first choice. |
what about Austin? |
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droopy is in ft. worth. i hope to get up there to see him before the year's end. did i happen to mention that i'm going crazy? i am. it's these goddamn motherfucking hormones driving me insane. i have an appointment with the gyno on monday. people: i am going on THE PILL. I GIVE UP I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE. |
speaking of such, these prescribed sleeping pills ... i don't know what to think of them. they lay an edge on me that i can't explain. and the dreams. shit. I LIT MY PANTS ON FIRE. i think i've slipped this time. i really do. |
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touch me im sick |
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Jeez, and what am I sarah, chopped liver? Sigh... I get no respect around here. Oh, and I vote for Austin. I't just a 3 hour drive for me, and a bitchin' town. How about we all meet at Threadgills? I can show ya'll the place where I shared butt prints with Lyle Lovett. |
Antigonester or Antister? |
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for my person? |
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I'm going to suggest that to my mum. Thanks J |
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i watched some show at some point somewhere (i dont remember. witty cover up) about this guy who was all covered in tattoos, and when he died, he had his son skin him, and now all the tattoos are hanging over the mantel. that ruled. |
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Has anyone checked out www.finalcurtain.com? It's a prank on a theme-park style graveyard. One guy wanted to be cremated and then have his ashes perpetually spinning in a blender. |
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they also have an arm. a shrivelly 'ol arm w/ tattoos. |
http://albums.photopoint.com/j/View?u=1025663&a=9169156&p=47176049 |
Is that . . . Is that YOU, Mom!?!?! |