Randon Attempts At Having a Life

[sisabet]

I went out last night. Nothing wild, nothing crazy - a friend's sister-in-law (I've been to a few parties at her home) turned 30 and everyone went to a local club to celebrate. Normally this place has karaoke, but last night it was an actual band with actual instruments. I would have enjoyed the karaoke more - then I could have at least gotten drunk and sung my patented rendition of "Hopelessly Devoted to You." As it was the band that played (I didn't catch their name - I thought they said "Ludicrous" - but that just can't be) had fairly decent chemistry and appeared to understand the basics. The drummer wasn't very tight and not nearly good-looking enough to excuse his lack of skills. Maybe he was drunk. It also appears that their main musical influence has been Linkin Park. That was so sad. Well, not as sad as the song the lead singer advised was based on his divorce (divorce??! WTF - he looked 22!!) and mainly involved the repeated refrain of "Bitch!" They ended with a cover of "Pour Some Sugar on Me" - which I appreciated. Dancing to cheesy eighties anthems of meaningless sex is a major component of my current attempts to stay off the SSRI's. I wish it had been "Talk Dirty to Me" but I guess I will just have to wait for DP to vid it.

Before the band started I spent most of the evening attempting to explain to Annoying!Boy why I do not want to play online Scrabble.

Annoying Boy: "But F. said you do a lot of stuff online."

Me: "Yes, I do, but I'm not really into..."

Annoying Boy: "Don't you like Scrabble?"

Me: "Yes, of course I do. But when Scrabble drapes its shirtless body over a cross - its ass does not smoke - does it?"

That seemed to shut him up.

I left when I caught the cute guy at the bar eyeing me. I'm fairly certain I looked reasonably cute - I did put an effort into my appearance. He was tall, dark hair and glasses - just my type. Whew - glad I dodged that bullet! Imagine all the arguing I saved myself - and the kids! Why, they would have been insufferable brats. And I am sorry, but his mother just needs to get a life. See? If I had stuck around - that is the future that was staring me in the face.

Comments

[luminosity]

You can get married, move in, hook up, whatever you wanna call it, when you can't do *anything else.*

Words to the wise. heh

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

See - and all this time I thought it was my emotional insecurity and intimacy issues that made me leave the bar last night. No. I left because I am really, really busy. With other stuff. Thanks.

[ex-devilpigl935.livejournal.com]

I left when I caught the cute guy at the bar eyeing me. I'm fairly certain I looked reasonably cute - I did put an effort into my appearance. He was tall, dark hair and glasses - just my type. Whew - glad I dodged that bullet! Imagine all the arguing I saved myself - and the kids! Why, they would have been insufferable brats. And I am sorry, but his mother just needs to get a life. See? If I had stuck around - that is the future that was staring me in the face.

Man, we both snatched hard-won victories over potential emotional commitment and lifelong affection this weekend. Go us!

I'm thinking of getting a rat, because rats are cool. I'm just afraid it will lead down that path of significant bonding with another living being. What to do, what to do?

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

My brother had a rat that he rescued from the research lab at Transy University. He lived in the dorm with a bunch a frat guys and the rat got along famously with everyone. When Dawn ended up taking care of the the rat, he took to biting and could then only be held with enormously thick ski gloves. He once bit a neurosurgeon. Good times. Smart rat. He is dead now. Rats don't live long - kinda like midgets.

What do I know about rats? Not much - I rarely worked the animal lab in undergrad. I did have to do some grunt work socializing rat pups for an over-demanding psych prof. one semester. Rat pups are extremely ticklish. Seriously.