mybestkungfu's Diaryland
Diary
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crapple fartworks
(two weekends ago)
we meet up with Ryan and the doctors for drinks.
we get id-ed at the doors. i blame my red zipper pants
and ponytails and michael's storm trooper t-shirt and cargos.
canadian clothes. try sitting on a stool cross legged in slacks...
Ryan and his friends are an entertaining bunch.
it dawns on me that i have the option of being adult and not have
to resort to talking about my mortgage or 'what my cat did today'
in lieu of interesting conversation.
we hit another pub with Ryan later in the night - i can't remember
what we discussed because i had had two drinks already.
how some people maintain normalcy when they are
smashed - and why i turn into a sociopathic-kleptomaniac
is beyond me. we walked Ryan across the street to the girls dorm
at Sdyney Uni - his accomodation for the weekend. he gives us a brief tour
and walks us out - i think to make sure Michael didn't get lost on the way out.
the next day we are late for lunch because i decide to take
the ferry instead of the bus to meet them for yum-cha.
when math people say 12:45 - they REALLY MEAN 12:45 yo.
who knew?
one of Ryan's friends' wife is an art buyer.
so we drive around downtown for a bit careening around traffic
and learn about his life in Paris and his post doc years in
San Fransisco. i am saddened that no one (credible) informed me
when i was younger that nerd-dom would pay off in the end.
we go to an art gallery and peruse through some good art
then some really grainy stuff that was in the recycle bin on
mo's laptop that had somehow made its way onto the wall.
we decide to meet up with the docs later and run errands in
chinatown. i get measured to get my bridesmaid dress made.
did you know that i have a dressmaking diploma? (see, this is what
i was doing instead of getting my doctorate). the majority of
measurements are based around where your nipples are...
Michael offers to stay home with me because i'm starting to
feel ill. i opt to be by myself. i'll be sleeping the whole time
anyway - and hell, i'd take off if he was the one who was sick...
i fall asleep before i hear the elevator open in the hall.
he calls 15 minutes after he has left the door.
i stay up the rest of the night and watch b movies.
'Mimic' is playing. Mira Sorvino is hot. 12ft cockroaches
even hotter.
i painting, edit sketches, and give birth to a theory.
i will throw them in the recylce bin tonight
and look for them in galleries tomorrow.
3:34 p.m. - Mar. 27, 2005
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