I finally went to Sisters. Danced with a very cute girl and her pretty gay boy friends. She was, unfortunately, very, very drunk, which makes her subsequent invitation to go back with her to her hotel room a bit suspect, but I was still flattered (and then refused politely). We made out a little, though, bringing the number of people I've kissed with any intent to two. And now I'm wondering if I should go back tomorrow night after May Day, since she's only going to be in town for the weekend. Hmmm...
Prudence and frugality prevailed, and I didn't go back to Sisters tonight. Worked on the Mix 'n' Match challenge story instead--since it's due tomorrow. I'm not sure how I feel about the way its shaping up. I signed up for Chris/Howie because I wrote this one sentence about a year ago that I've been wanting to do something with, and now that I am, it turns out that the story behind the line is fairly substanceless. Of course, all of my stories tend to be very light on plot and heavy on sex and dialogue, but this story is turning out short and sexy-sappy to an extreme, even for me.
Also, looking back on what I've written so far, it kind of reads like an ode to sobriety--which is very much not what I intended. As most of my friends and family can attest, I quite like alcohol. I do, however, think that having sex with someone when drunk is not the best way to begin a relationship (or to continue one, if that's the only time the two of you have sex). My ex-girlfriend and I had been drinking both the night we first kissed and the first time we had sex (which was also the first time she'd slept with a girl and the first time I slept with anyone) and while I don't regret either of those experiences, it did lead to our having a bunch of stuff to work out later in our relationship. So, yes, stopping with the TMI now to say that I think I'm going to have to leave the Mix 'n' Match story as is--'cause it's due tomorrow--and have this be yet another minor point of contention between me and it.
And in completely other news, my mother's a psycho. I was reading in her room while she was getting ready for bed, and she asked very plaintively if it was cold in the room or if she was getting sick. Well, it was cold in the room, and I told her so. She said that she didn't know how she could ever get to sleep with her feet as cold as they were. So I suggested that she put on socks. She flung the blankets aside, said, "So this is my fault, too?" burst into tears, and stomped over to the dresser to get a pair of socks. Um...yeah.
Also, looking back on what I've written so far, it kind of reads like an ode to sobriety--which is very much not what I intended. As most of my friends and family can attest, I quite like alcohol. I do, however, think that having sex with someone when drunk is not the best way to begin a relationship (or to continue one, if that's the only time the two of you have sex). My ex-girlfriend and I had been drinking both the night we first kissed and the first time we had sex (which was also the first time she'd slept with a girl and the first time I slept with anyone) and while I don't regret either of those experiences, it did lead to our having a bunch of stuff to work out later in our relationship. So, yes, stopping with the TMI now to say that I think I'm going to have to leave the Mix 'n' Match story as is--'cause it's due tomorrow--and have this be yet another minor point of contention between me and it.
And in completely other news, my mother's a psycho. I was reading in her room while she was getting ready for bed, and she asked very plaintively if it was cold in the room or if she was getting sick. Well, it was cold in the room, and I told her so. She said that she didn't know how she could ever get to sleep with her feet as cold as they were. So I suggested that she put on socks. She flung the blankets aside, said, "So this is my fault, too?" burst into tears, and stomped over to the dresser to get a pair of socks. Um...yeah.
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