A ce jeu excitant
by A.
I’ve had a pretty fun couple of days… sometimes it’s just hard to find that hour a day to sit down and pound out a post.
The weekend went pretty quickly… on Friday, I met Mario and Valerie for sushi, then we went downtown for a drink or two. Went back to his place, I made couscous, and we hung out with his roomate.
Saturday was more epic. I met Mario at Tupelo (this coffee shop on Elvas), got some coffee (which was incredibly delicious) and then we went down to Gunther’s for ice cream. One thing is, it my body doesn’t really get along with coffee… and it really doesn’t get along with ice cream (I’m lactose intolerant), so I felt kind of nauseous. To remedy that, we had dinner at Plum Blossom (mmm…steamed vegetables on rice), and then met two of Mario’s friends. I thought they were going to have dinner, but it turned out they were going straight into Faces. The cover was $10… and I’m sorry, they would have had to pay us to go there.
A text-messaged excuse later, we were at the Kasbah munching on fries and staring awkwardly at this painfully Caucasian belly dancer. I have to admit, she was pretty good, doing the whole balancing the scimitar on her head thing, but she lacked conviction.
I looked at my phone and it was 10:54… we were supposed to meet Crash at 11. Whoops. I also had a standing invitation from Taggart to come down to this place he was working at. Crash called and said they were all walking to the party, so we had some time.
It was really funny visiting him… he talked about cheap beer at the Depot, while we watched the tableau of straight girl and straight guy drama take place outside the bar next to his work.
At around 1:30, Crash was done with the partying so he went over to pick him up and Mario dropped us off at my scooter. I drove back to Crash’s place and we ended up sleeping in until 5 p.m. All in all, a very fun night.
I worked on my various projects on Sunday night, then met Christen after work on Monday.
She was going to introduce me to the Estonian people, who I had seen perform at HorseCow like a year ago, but had never really met sans costumes. They were actually really awesome. Steve was also there, we all talked about our trips (he’s going to Korea, Christen’s leaving for New York tomorrow, and the Estonians were going home in a few days).
After they left, Christen invited me over to her apartment where she cooked a delicious stir-fry and we talked about incredibly depressing things. She says that people tell her that she needs to cheer up or something when she talks about incredibly depressing things. I, however, will never say that. Because shitty things are just the circle of life. To deny shitty, mind-numbingly depressing things would be to make successes empty and without meaning.
We watched a few episodes of South Park and then I took my leave because we both had to get up early. Unwilling or unable to go home, I ended up at True Love instead. I read until I was about 20 pages from finishing The Book of Laughter and Forgetting. It’s such an incredible work. Mario met me there and we walked all around downtown Sacramento, deserted on a Sunday night.
We stopped for a while at Cantina del Rio, this conspicuously straight bar in Old Sacramento (football was playing on no less than five big-screen TVs).
I took videos throughout the night, I would edit and post them, but I am always like two minutes late for my class so I have to pack it up and go to the college at least a half-hour early. They have WiFi there now so maybe I can actually create that movie on campus.
I have to be nice to my teacher today. And never, never, never ask him when he started getting Botox.