Let’s begin with the debauchery of Halloween, done in true
Miss Curious fashion. Of course I decided to be a dead mechanic… I mean who wouldn’t want to be that? After our work party, I for no particular reason, lost enthusiasm. I went home, washed off all my make-up, slipped on my fruit adorned nightgown, lit my mountain-view scented candle, and plopped down in front of my stereo.
(I'll change your oil!!!)The phone rings. It’s
BFF. She wants to go out. Hm.
Thinking – Thinking – Thinking. I agree.
Swarms of people rose from 16th Street BART as though they were the dead rising from their graves… zombies walking the streets… with blood pulling them to the Castro. Suddenly, I was alive. Suddenly,
Miss Curious # 2 rose from her grave and was ready to fucking party.
A classy brown-bagged forty in tow, I met up with the classier BFF and her flask. Let the drinking begin.
We wandered aimlessly… tried meeting up with other friends, but drunkenness slowly overcame us, we went our own way. Our own way =
Miss Curious sipping from random boys in dark alleys’ Hennessey bottles… boys with
REAL grills and
REAL gang signs (we have the pictures to prove it).
We continued on our journey taking photos with random sex-pot nurses and boys drunker than us (possible?)… and we ended up at Delirium (a bar in the Mission).
I spotted this old skool pilot… and when I’m drunk my staring problem kicks in… he caught me and waved. I decided to go sit next to him… our conversation went something like this:
My pick-up line… “Sorry, I have a staring problem when I’m drunk.”
“That’s okay… I was staring at you too. Are you and your friend ‘together’?”
“Um, yeah… oh wait… do you mean in a we lick each other’s pussies kind of way!?!? No.” I must admit I looked kinda’ lesbian in my mechanic outfit, and BFF was a doll (assuming the
‘lipstick lesbian’ role), so it wasn’t a stretch.
Pleased, he continues, “Are you single?”
“YUP.”
“Do you want to make-out.”
“YUP. But give me a second to get prepared.” I rifle through my purse for some minty gum… give him a piece… then I look for some chapstick… shit, no chapstick… ask him for some… nope… ask BFF… nope… he offers a piece of ice as though that will help!?!? I took it.
All perked up I say, “Okay, I’m ready.”
We proceed to
make-out like teenagers for hours. Took photos of our tongues touching… photos of his eyes closed, holding my face in one hand, fingers running through my hair with his other. He asks if we can spend the night together, and I did something totally out of character and said NO?!?!?
Anyway, the next day I realized,
“hmm, perhaps we were making out like teenagers because, um… he was a fucking teenager!?!??!” OH MY GOD!!! I’m pretty sure he was oohhhh, about 22… and I’m oh… 28!!!! He’s a baby, and I stuck my tongue down his throat.
But it was a very very fun night.
HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE WEEKEND OF THE 3RD:
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Friday: Attended one of
The Brother’s shows with
Chicajato and her BF (side note: I just love her BF)… I was high as a kite, and it just so happened to be a filming night for their DVD. The Brother pushed me in front of the camera for an interview, and I started singing one of their songs like a fucking idiot and saying god knows what… shit… and recorded!!!
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Saturday: Movie with
The Brother. He asked me to wait a year and a half to marry him… he’s amazing, but not THE ONE. Hung out with
Jackie-O… and hmm, what a surprise, I got stoned… laughed hard… the cashier at the convenient store said, “I want smoke whatever you’re smoking,” and he really meant it… people always say that, but more in a jocular sense. He genuinely wished he were smoking my shit. It was a sweet moment.
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Sunday: Couldn’t get into my mailbox to watch Netflix… got a phone call from a friend drinking at Zeitgeist on that sunny afternoon… I met up with him… drank… smoked the last of my bud L (haven’t smoked since then, what a damn shame!!!)
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During the week: Had an AMAZING conversation with
Bad-Break Up. He called me outta’ the blue… we hadn’t spoken since our reconciliation back in July. We laughed about the mistakes made in our relationship… it was a totally CANDID conversation that we just should have had a long time ago… and wow, we really do keep so much inside… I always thought I was an expressive individual, but I suppose I too have vulnerabilities that greatly inhibit communication. We plan to get together one of these days… when our schedules free up a bit.
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This past weekend I went to SoCal… hung out w/ my grandma who’s every other word was shit and son of a bitch… and her common phrase, “you think your shit’s ice cream.” I love it.
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Now I’m back… and I always seem to be in a downcast mood when I return from my parents’. I haven’t really emailed or called anyone. I don’t really know why.
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An adorable boy MySpaced me… we sent one another messages back and forth for a while… I stopped responding for a couple of reasons: I’m busy and I’m going to get busier. He lives in Oaktown. Not super into getting my hopes up and having my dreams crushed, hahahaha!!! MySpace hasn’t worked for more than a couple orgasms, which is cool, but my fingers are working for now.
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Sometimes I still feel stupid about 5th Paragraph … and I know it’s just because he was the last person I actually kinda’ liked…
Nice Guy was great, in a “just friends” way though… but still?!?! How in the world can I still feel stupid about that?!?! Fuck me.
UPCOMING PLANS:
- Next week, the 22nd, I head to the east coast for Thanksgiving… I’ll be visiting my dad and bros and sisters.
- Then – then – then, I’m off to London to visit an old college friend for a week. The last time I visited her was in New York. Her English boyfriend’s brother just happened to be visiting at the same time… how convenient. I think I
ORGASMED ABOUT 6 TIMES IN 2 DAYS… AND WE DIDN’T FUCK OR HAVE ORAL SEX… SO IF HE CAN DO THAT WITH HIS FINGERS ALONE… THEN UM, HMM, THE POSSIBILITIES. HE WAS SINGLE ABOUT 2 WEEKS AGO... W/ AN ON AGAIN - OFF AGAIN GIRL… HOPEFULLY THEY’RE OFF AGAIN WHEN I’M THERE… I’D LIKE TO SEE HOW MANY
O’S I CAN GET THIS TIME!!!
