Kitty Power

"Misadventure is all around."

"Misadventure is all around." An email quote from Mr. Scenester earlier in the summer.

Being that it's August 29th and all, for all intents and purposes the summer is over. It's been good -- despite the extended Middletown residency and the lack of a job/funds and various things I bent myself out of shape about over the course. Truthfully, I'm easy to please about now. I enjoy random episodes, good company, strong drinks and interesting music. I'm so wonderfully glad to be out of school that the world is totally fine with me. Hopefully the fall will be equally as fun but different. I've got to admit that I'm on the flighty side, new things are needed to keep me amused.

Last night was rolling with Random, a new friend I met where I tend to meet everyone (besides the net, natch). He's funny and crazy and we met in what has to be the ultimate of randomness, hence the pseudonym. I've been drafted into the subversive randoms coalition. That's right up my alley. We went back to the scene of Wednesday's jump off and the bartender there is my new friend. She's a little bitchy in that good way yet completely chill with the coolest hoodie:

Wednesday she gave us stickers! Yay! From there, we went here where I got to practice my belly dancing skills. Bet you didn't know I used to do that shit for a min, eh? Indian dance for a min back in high school too. How ya like me now? Hehe. From there to another place where it was so empty that the highlight was surfing the net and being squicked by this guy unashamedly looking at straight up porn. It's was like "you do realize this is a club, right? Get up and drink and dance. Go home to look at that." Not that there's anything wrong with porn. Porn is good, fantastic even. Total endorsement from the Kitty Power corner.

Random left at this point because he indeed in that working world I happen to know nothing about. I strolled over to my place and was at first surprised because some of the usual suspects weren't in attendance. Strange, I noted, but I made a new instafriend. I totally attract the randoms I swear. I must give off "seek me out for chill conversation and acceptance of your randomness" vibes. Then again, I'm random as hell, so it must be a birds of a feather type deal. She's a crazy dancing completely in the mix sort. We were chatting about something strange and having one of those instafriend episodes. In walks Mr. Man, drunk as hell and telling me that he just ran back from "Puffy's VMA party." I gave my typical "whatever" look and perhaps even a shrug. You don't impress me, you name-dropping SOB! I mean, hey, I totally believe it, but he threw that in as bait. In case you haven't noticed, I'm hypercynical, but besides that I grew up with boys and my best friends are guys, so I know all the games when I hear them. Never let them get a rise out of you. Ms. Dancing Queen decided though that he was next on her conquest list. Their little pre-running off dance was kinda pathetic, especially at the same time, she's just finished saying what a player and woman hater he is but that she'll "fuck him" instead of the other way around. Right. Have I mentioned that I'm glad that I've kept myself to only going there to chill? Well I am. I felt like I was watching a cliche play out in front of my eyes. You know the surefure way to get over a pre-crush? Watch him embroiled in all sorts of grimeyness.

Posted by Candicissima at August 29, 2003 04:35 PM