Deja vu all over again... with a twist.

So I had an experience I haven't had in a LONG time. Years. Several years. (The wedding ring will do that to you, I guess.)

[The setting: a rather large, rather nice sports bar in the suburbs of Columbus. A live band is playing 80s music. A boy, around 24-27 years of age wearing jeans, a shirt, and a leather jacket, approaches carrying a pint of Guinness. A young man and young woman, looking vaguely related, stand against a wooden post. They also carry pints.]

C: Hi. Are you together?
J: Umm... well... [looks at R]
R: [smiles] That's my sister.
C: Oh. Hey, cool. Hey. You wanna dance?
R: You should totally go. I mean, that took serious balls to come over here and ask.
J: Umm, sure, I'll go dance, yeah.
C: How long have you had that tongue bar?
J: [realizing where this is going rather quickly] About six years.
C: Oh, cool. Hey, what does your shirt say?
J: 'i lie to girls.'
C: Oh. [pause] Why does it say that?
J: Umm, I'm a lesbian.
C: Oh. [pause] Oh. So umm...
J: Sorry. It's cool. You still wanna dance?
C: Umm...
J: What's your name?
C: Chris.
J: [offering a hand] I'm Jude. What's up?
C: [shaking hand] Umm...
J: You wanna dance?
C: I'm sorry. I wish I'd, like, seen the shirt before I came over.
J: It's cool.
C: I'm gonna, like, go now.
J: [to Rick] Was it something I said?
R: [laughs]
J: I was about to tell him I was married, too.

Dude. That was the first time since college I've been almost picked up by a boy in a bar. I mean, sure, I've chatted people up in bars, and there was flirting involved, but never the whole 'this is obviously a pick-up' thing. Hee. And it's the first time I've ever used the 'sorry, i'm a lesbian' defense and totally 100% meant it. It was a good feeling.

Tonight Baga said, "You know, I'm so glad you're gay. I called it when you were 15." Now, my brother is full of shit, and I know this. He likes to look smart. I can totally deal with that, though, if he's talking about me all accepting-like. Yeah. Besides, I got him, later, to correct himself. "Okay, so I wasn't sure that you liked girls when you were 15. But I knew that you didn't really like boys." Hee.

I don't usually like it when people use the word 'gay' to refer to me. I mean, I attribute 'gay' to homoesexual men, and I don't see myself reflected in that. But when my brother is saying it, it's all good. Apparently, he's told some of our circle of friends (the more clueless ones that need a kick in the pants about things): Elsinore and Dory. Hee. I am still giggling about Chris though. My new boyfriend. At 1:15ish, he /finally/ got some girls out on the dancefloor. Good boy.

Dude. Out of ALL of the people he could have approached at Flannagan's. (The Reaganomics were there, YAY!) Hee. I was likely the only queer there. It was so funny that I had to call kungfoogirl and kieron. Foo didn't answer the phone, though. (Good luck tomorrow morning, cutie!) Kie got an earful. I don't think I've ever heard her laugh so hard.

7 December 2001. A night (and a conversation) I will /never/ forget. HEE HEE!

In which Coworker Jude and Coworker Hope hide things and get stuck with needles.

hopemcg and I hid our second cache! It was the first cache that I made. I called it the "Nerdy Smurf Cache" and I put a whole bunch of smurf stuff, a stress ball brain, and a p100 processor in it. Hee hee. I added little things like seashells and rocks and things, too. It's a good find, I think. She and I hid it somewhere really cool, off the beaten path in a very nice spot I never knew existed in one of my favorite parks! So it was good all around.

And then it was time for the second part of our Day of Fun! We went to Piercology to go get pierced. Yippee!! Coworker Hope went first, to get her tongue done. She was very brave and took it like a real trooper. Especially when Dave the Piercer looked like he was going to cry and announced that he overcompensated and it was a little crooked and could he maybe try again? She let him take it out and do it a second time. She is such a stud for that. Whoo!

Then it was my turn, yay! I have wanted an industrial for a long time, and my right ear is pretty neglected and boring (since I have a colorful conch in my left ear), so it was time. It was an interesting experience, first to have my cartilage poked twice one after another (the second one already with the heat of histamine and blood), and second to have to have the barbell maneuvered into the second hole (that part stung a little bit, jiggling in a brand new pierce). It looks /wonderful/ and I'm throughly psyched about it. I have a headache on that side, though. Hee. I'm feeling really good about it - it's saucy! I really /really/ like it. I like Piercer Dave. THANKS, PIERCER DAVE!! :) He even let us take pictures and go in together and stuff like that. Very cool. I like Piercology a lot, though they're a touch pricey, because they're obnoxiously clean, very thorough, and since they only do piercings (no tattoos), they really know what they're doing.

[Editor's note: Pictures will follow when they get uploaded and stuff.]

The evidence, as promised.

Hope gets the tongue done by Piercer Dave.
Hope's tongue.
Jude gets the industrial done by Piercer Dave.
Jude's industrial.