I live three miles away from South Grand, and yet with the exception of Mokabe’s I really don’t hang out in the neighborhood much. So tonight, I did something I haven’t done in a long time: hung out with a bunch of people with no agenda other than being social.
I’m out of practice on this. The first couple of hours I was really restless and didn’t say much. I kept thinking “I could be cleaning my basement or watching DVDs at my apartment right now.” We met at this overpriced, yuppie, sushi joint on South Grand. Ah, gentrification never tasted so good.
It was me, Suzanne, Stephen Haun, Shana, Shana’s boyfriend Michael and like, some other people. After the sushi place we went to Mangia Italiano and after Mangia we went to CBGB’s and after CBGB’s we went to South City Diner where we ran into Aly and Josh and I finally kind of felt in my element. It was strange cause I hadn’t been to Mangia’s or CB’s, in years and they used to be a pretty regular part of the circuit. I ran in to Wayne Shelton and his daughters, Wayne St. Wayne and Sandra Marchewa. It was strange running into people I know, because I’m so use to walking around completely anonymous. Sometimes I feel like everybody went away, but I guess they didn’t. I did.
I have to admit that the big motivating factor in getting me out in public tonight was Suzanne, who I haven’t seen in forever and who is looking quite hot as a blonde. How lame is it that I’m still crushing on someone who’s been one of my best friends for almost ten years and who’s like a sister to me. I wish I could just turn that part of my brain off. I should just stop having and pursuing sex I entirely. Just flip the script and become a monk.
It didn’t help that our waitress at the diner was a total hottie. I kept macking on her the whole night in spite of the fact that about midway through the meal it occurs to me that, even if by some stroke of luck this chick is into me, I CAN NEVER HAVE SEX WITH A SOUTH CITY DINER WAITRESS EVER AGAIN.
Now it’s five fucking AM and I’m totally wired from drinking coffee. It’s just like the old days and yet …not.
I kept thinking I could be cleaning my basement or watching DVDs at my apartment right now.
I feel exactly the same way in most social situations. It’s not that I’m all that shy or socially awkward (ok, maybe a little of the latter), but more that I’m not interested in the conversations that most people have, especially when they are being had in a loud restaurant/bar in a large group of people. I could easily amuse myself much better alone. Or get things done.
I should just stop having and pursuing sex entirely. Just flip the script and become a monk.
I’ve been feeling that way myself of late. As immersed in sex as I am, I’m finding it increasingly problemmatic on the personal level. Maybe I’ll be a premature Betty Dodson, content with my Hitachi and my imagination, while also deploying myself to enrich the sex lives of others in a very pants-on way.
I think it’s very funny that we have these things in common since I’m sure people look at me and definitely look at you and see these hyper-socialized, hyper-sexualized beings.
Sometimes when my sex life isn’t jumpin’ I feel like I’m not living up to my image or that it’s hypocrisy to beat the sex-positive drum if I’m not getting laid.
But, yeah, I may be entering my Betty Dodson phase as well, cause right now I’d much rather jerk off than deal with people.
The waitress you are referring to is Joy, I do believe. Great legs and a angular jaw and cheek bone? Oh yes, she is on MY wish list too!
Well, if that’s what people see, it must mean my PR team is doing its job!
But seriously folks, it’s becoming increasingly obvious to me that in order to sustain that crazy life of humpin’ and sex-positive drummin’ on a long term basis, there is a necessary amount of waning and waxing of various sexual and social forces.
And really, there’s nothing more sex positive than some self-lovin. Plus you don’t have to talk to anyone. Major points for that.
It was great seeing you last night. Next time I want to be with you all for the entire weekend. I love you guys. And yes, Suzanne is a HOT BLONDE… especially in that “look at my lovely tits” shirt. ….hi suzanne..if you read this ;).
Aren’t they all on your wish list?
well……. what can I say!