A suggestion to everyone is to have a spot where you can go and everyone knows you. I've got my very own Cheers type hangout spot -- if that place was reimagined as a two-room joint with a bumping sound system and dim lights. All of those plans I had for yesterday totally fell through due to dragging my feet and Murphy's Law concerning the best laid plans and all that. But still, I went out to my spot and just chilled the whole night. I'm the resident fresh faced ingenue I suppose. My homeboy the barback was joking that I should be leaving soon to get home at a decent hour (not that I listened) because he thinks of me as a little sister and I shouldn't be out late. I laughed and scoffed in good humor. I'm popular there with all the staff guys. It's all harmless chatting on my end -- who knows what any of them are thinking. Except for the barback, all of them are on the far side of 25 with 30 directly in sight. I suppose it's somewhat cruel for me to say but I have no interest -- not even passing -- in someone more than 5 years older than me. With the most rare of exceptions, I don't have a fucking thing in common with them. I'm feeling like the most stereotypical of a recent college grad: totally clueless and doing basically nothing as I live with my 'rents and wish that a job would just fall from the sky. I'd like to hope someone substantially older than me has their shit together...and if they don't, why would I want to be with them? I have enough trouble dealing with my slacker issues. Two of us would be some asstastic drama that wouldn't be pretty. With that said, I still like chatting with the guys and I hope they see me as a little sister too. I realized today I go there to stay out of trouble. When you're somewhere that people know you, you're less likely to act a fool because they're watching you like a hawk and will bring that shit up next time they see you. It's like a built in conscience. And also motivation for when I finally do break out and have my long overdue summer wildness to go somewhere else. Like I could go apeshit here. Who would know the difference?
"Waaarriors...come out and plaaay!" They're showing that tonight at midnight at Sunshine. I'd be there for sure if I hadn't seen it a million times on cable in my lifetime. The crowd should be pretty chill for that though. I'll most likely be in the general area knowing me, so perhaps I can be persuaded. In this movie is James Remar, most recently playing Samantha's cheating ex on Sex and the City. He is fine...even at 50. The exceptions to my "you're old, fuck off!" rule include him, Billy Zane, Viggo Mortensen, Michael Wincott, Blair Underwood and Adrian Paul. They might be in the "dude, you're pushing my mom's age" category, but I don't care. If it could happen, I'd be all over that like gravy on rice. I'm just saying.
Posted by Candicissima at August 22, 2003 06:20 AM