I need to be in "Drunk Chicks" magazine.

So Cary and I went out. It's kind of cool having a friend who recently (like, 2-3 weeks ago recently) split with his wife. He's kind of, like, looking for things to do. So our conversations usually go like this:

J: Hey!
C: Hey.
J: Whatcha doing? Have plans?
C: Nope.
J: You're going to go to [insert place here] with me.
C: Okay.

Today, I conned him into going to Ludlow's with me to see the Reaganomics, my favorite local band which also happens to be an 80s cover band. We went to Half Price books first (both of them) and then to coffee, and then we got to the bar just as they were playing "Just Like Heaven." (They started early, those fuckers.) The song itself made me miss the Princess. Princess and I haven't been exactly getting along lately, which is sad. I called tonight and apologized, and though I'm not /entirely/ sure of the details of my apology, it was worth it. I've missed her. Lots.

I also called the Ninja to apologize for her. I've been so... gah. So stressed and crazy and icky that I've been ubersensitive, and that sucks. I called Ninja originally while the Reaganomics were playing "I Wanna Be Sedated" (which I know she wants to learn to play), and she called back to say thank you. Then I called her when they had a set break, and we hashed some things out. I was sappy. DrunkJude.

My biggest fear in the universe is that they won't be friends with me anymore. I can't let that happen. I would apologize for anything before I let that happen. Seriously. Anything.

I tried calling Jodie when they played "Tainted Love" for their last song (I'd been holding out for that song), but she didn't answer. Probably sleeping. Phooey.

We had so much fun! We danced and danced, and I am more than a little tipsy. Christina commented on it, even. I think I had the High Octave Voice on. Oopsie. Still fun, though. Didn't get any of my paper done. Fuck it. I needed to go out.

I have "Big Ass Rock" in my head. Hee! And I think I'm going to crash now. But Princess and Ninja and Jode, I totally think the world of you all. Totally. I love you. And all of you, too. Thank you for bearing with me.

If only school was this much fun.

Once upon a time, there was a lovely, queer girl named Kung Foo Girl. Everyone loved Kung Foo Girl, but that didn't matter. You see she was stompy and in love with Coworker Hope, who happens to hate stompy girls. Kung Foo Girl tried very hard not to be stompy. She even tried smurfing. But that didn't work.

Then one day while drinking through a very smoochy foyer, she smooched upon a vicious Daedalus Kitty. This vicious Daedalus Kitty spoke to Kung Foo Girl and said, "If you can answer my riddle I will grant you a wish."

Well Kung Foo Girl kneaded. And she gaily said, "What is your riddle, punky Daedalus Kitty?"

The Daedalus Kitty replied, "If a Karen Carpenter Kitty has a PEZ, how many nerdy girls does it dance?"

Kung Foo Girl thought about the riddle and answered, "15!"

The Daedalus Kitty began stomping, than it MUSHed, and turned into a Activist Grrl!. The Activist Grrl! pondered and said, "You are correct! You turned this old Daedalus Kitty into back into a handsome Activist Grrl!. What is your wish?"

Kung Foo Girl was so happy! She knew exactly what she wanted, "I don't want to be stompy any more! That way Coworker Hope will fall in love with me."

The Activist Grrl! then growled his vicious knight and Kung Foo Girl was no longer stompy! She left the foyer to find Coworker Hope. When she did, she found him singing to Princess, the goth girl from New York City. And Coworker Hope and Princess lived smoochingly ever after. Kung Foo Girl, on the other hand, died a hard core spinster.

The end.

Pita, Chocolate, and Queers.

I have returned from the second social get-together thinger for the Grad Queers, the cross-campus group for queer graduate students that I was required to organize for work. Lots of the different departments have their own groups, but we're now trying to consolidate. It seems to be working well.

We went to Aladdin's, and I'd never been there before. The food was pretty darned good, the dessert was /excellent/, and it was pretty cheap. Everyone seemed to have a good time, and people were exchanging email addresses and phone numbers, which, in my opinion, is the point of the thing (so people can network in their own ways). Aladdin's was good about accomodating a group of 13 on a Saturday night, kudos to them. Of course, I think the fact that it was Holiday Hop night and the AIDS vigil helped clear some of the people, but they were pretty busy anyway.

Either way, I'd say it was a success. I've gathered a pretty good list of names and those people have brought other people and it's become a pretty big group considering it's only been around for a month. People are getting along and they all seem very nice. Yay! Coworker Hope and Megan went, so I instantly knew people, but the other people I met were cool, too.

And the dessert was very good. Did I mention that? I took half of it home - huge slice of cake. Mmm. I want to go back, now. Maybe I will take Baga there when he comes up on Thursday night.

Which reminds me, my paper hasn't written itself while I was out, and we stayed at dinner talking longer than I'd expected, so I should get back to that. Blah.