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amulFirst off, my Tech Gear has become completely out of hand. I'm visiting my parents for three nights. Do I pack my cell phone recharger? My ipod recharger? My contacts? Do I need either of my digital cameras? What the hell is this cord for? Maybe I should bring it, just in case.
If I bring laundry to their house, should I pack the accessories that go with the outfits I'm washing? I'm only going to be an hour away!
Which hands-free headset should I bring? The comfy one? The one with the best clarity? The one that connects to both my ipod and my cell phone?
Strong Competitor for Weirdest Question Asked, Ever: Should I pack some condoms for this two-day visit to my parents house? I mean, everybody always grills into my head that I need to carry some, "just in case." But that's.....that's a pretty rare case, right? On the other hand, if that kind of opportunity comes up.....I really don't want to think about this.
Oh, and in other news, not content to merely imagine everyone secretly hates, I now seem to be actively antagonistic. I'm starting fights and speaking up about things that I would otherwise just leave well enough alone. Lovely.
On the plus side, I had a really good time at Neo last night.
Let's start with the good:
Blue Beard and I totally rocked out at 80s Night. I tried keeping my head up and an eye out while on the dance floor, which ended up putting me in a very On Da Prowl kind of mindset. Interestingly, though, this seemed to be positively received. Several women whose eye I caught would bend down and whisper to their dance partner, or smile back. I didn't pursue any of them, still paralyzed by my own nagging doubts, but it was a nice affirmation of my sexuality.
One particularly notable moment was when one girl leaned forward, shouting in her friend's ear just as the music hit a lull, and I clearly heard her scream, "The hot guy behind you is totally checking me out. What should I do?" You should ask him to buy you a drink, I yelled back. She, of course, was swallowed up by the crowd moments later.
I forget what song came on then, but it seemed to encourage me to pursue, so I dove in after her, getting completely lost in the huge crowd there that night. I did run into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feminaexmachina, though. She waved at me and moved on, and I think I yelled something at the darkness & fog engulfing her, something about needing to hear Prince, but I don't think she heard me. Lost and defeated, the hungry little wolf loped back to his pack, and I found BB chatting with two young lasses and smoking his pipe. "Hey, mate!" he greeted. "This one is a photographer, too!"
Later, he'd tell me that they had walked up to him. By the end of the night, I'd completely lost track of all the ChiTribers that had appeared like ghosts on the dance floor (psychomofo, salamandreona, and kesyrah), but BB had cheerfully kept hold of the photographer and her friend. I don't know what foolish power inspired me, but as the lights came on, I suddenly perked up and asked, Hey, Brian and I were going to head back to my place and watch movies. Care to join us?
And just like that, I had two complete strangers climbing into Maggie and asking questions about my darkroom. As it turned out, the photographer girl was also dating her camera right now, and we ended up talking about it like our cameras were both brought up in the same minority culture, comparing habits and their virtues as Significant Others. It was funny. I really felt like she understood what it was like for me to be dating my camera. When I even told her about how I kind of feel like I let my camera move in with me rather than move to somewhere in Wicker Park, she told me she was struggling with the same decision just then.
Okay, time for me to run! The whiny stuff comes later, I guess.
If I bring laundry to their house, should I pack the accessories that go with the outfits I'm washing? I'm only going to be an hour away!
Which hands-free headset should I bring? The comfy one? The one with the best clarity? The one that connects to both my ipod and my cell phone?
Strong Competitor for Weirdest Question Asked, Ever: Should I pack some condoms for this two-day visit to my parents house? I mean, everybody always grills into my head that I need to carry some, "just in case." But that's.....that's a pretty rare case, right? On the other hand, if that kind of opportunity comes up.....I really don't want to think about this.
Oh, and in other news, not content to merely imagine everyone secretly hates, I now seem to be actively antagonistic. I'm starting fights and speaking up about things that I would otherwise just leave well enough alone. Lovely.
On the plus side, I had a really good time at Neo last night.
Let's start with the good:
Blue Beard and I totally rocked out at 80s Night. I tried keeping my head up and an eye out while on the dance floor, which ended up putting me in a very On Da Prowl kind of mindset. Interestingly, though, this seemed to be positively received. Several women whose eye I caught would bend down and whisper to their dance partner, or smile back. I didn't pursue any of them, still paralyzed by my own nagging doubts, but it was a nice affirmation of my sexuality.
One particularly notable moment was when one girl leaned forward, shouting in her friend's ear just as the music hit a lull, and I clearly heard her scream, "The hot guy behind you is totally checking me out. What should I do?" You should ask him to buy you a drink, I yelled back. She, of course, was swallowed up by the crowd moments later.
I forget what song came on then, but it seemed to encourage me to pursue, so I dove in after her, getting completely lost in the huge crowd there that night. I did run into
feminaexmachina, though. She waved at me and moved on, and I think I yelled something at the darkness & fog engulfing her, something about needing to hear Prince, but I don't think she heard me. Lost and defeated, the hungry little wolf loped back to his pack, and I found BB chatting with two young lasses and smoking his pipe. "Hey, mate!" he greeted. "This one is a photographer, too!"Later, he'd tell me that they had walked up to him. By the end of the night, I'd completely lost track of all the ChiTribers that had appeared like ghosts on the dance floor (
psychomofo, salamandreona, and kesyrah), but BB had cheerfully kept hold of the photographer and her friend. I don't know what foolish power inspired me, but as the lights came on, I suddenly perked up and asked, Hey, Brian and I were going to head back to my place and watch movies. Care to join us?And just like that, I had two complete strangers climbing into Maggie and asking questions about my darkroom. As it turned out, the photographer girl was also dating her camera right now, and we ended up talking about it like our cameras were both brought up in the same minority culture, comparing habits and their virtues as Significant Others. It was funny. I really felt like she understood what it was like for me to be dating my camera. When I even told her about how I kind of feel like I let my camera move in with me rather than move to somewhere in Wicker Park, she told me she was struggling with the same decision just then.
Okay, time for me to run! The whiny stuff comes later, I guess.
