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24 August 1998 |
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Can't believe it's been nine days since last update. This has to end, I have to get hold of things. Not writing every day was bad enough. Not writing at least every other day is torture, madness. I started to write one Wednesday night, but then realized that absolutely no one was doing anything for El Presidente's birthday, so dropped it and ran to the store to get party gear and gifts. Thursday was a good day for him. This is such a good thing, because he was really, really depressed Wednesday. That entry was mostly about how I really don't know where I stand with facter. Still don't know. Does Kerry know about me? If so, what does she think? If not, when's he gonna tell her? Am I that important? It may be a strictly poly attitude, but if she is important to him, that makes her important to me, too. I want them to be happy. At the same time, what's between them is strictly between them. However, if what gets between them is me ... Ok, I'll make myself crazy with that. Better stop. Thing is, I really hope for a long-range, permanent future here. Not one that binds, but one that endures. I want to do whatever it takes to ensure the health of the relationship, because I want to be blessed, or cursed, depending on how you see it, heh, with this guy for a damn good long time. Not only am I looking out for him, I'm looking out for me. And for Kerry as well, though that's a very careful thing. Don't even know her yet. But I feel his emotion about her; she is very special to him, and that tells me that she must be something wonderful indeed. I've had a houseguest recently. bebop (small "b" on purpose) of Scottish band Gods of Glam, and also of the Daveworld mailing list, came to stay at my place on the way to California via DC. He landed in NYC at Kennedy Airport, and my pestering of El Presidente yielded a location that would be easy for both of us to find and not too disgustingly expensive to catch a cab to, Mario & Luigi's on Sheepshead Bay. His plane was two hours late, but I knew that already. I used the extra time to scope the neighborhood. Found good Turkish coffee and a way cool alternative hair salon. They were out of Punky Color Plum, though. Arrrggghhh!!! He'd described himself as "the tall bald guy with a guitar" so when he walked into the restaurant, I knew him instantly. After some joyous hugging, we got coffee for me and ice cream for him. He'd eaten recently and wasn't hungry. Then it was a ghastly long dull ride back to New Jersey, to pick up my kiddos at El Prez's. I apologized for the dullness of the trip, but bebop assured me that the details were overwhelmingly different, and just taking them all in was keeping his attention. He appreciated my art truck, and thought it funny that the gas station attendant gave me special privileges based on my art. He walked the hose all the way around to the other side of the truck. I'd pulled into a right hose lane though I have a left gas tank. Once home and changed, he and the kids began to play, or rather play around with, his guitar. Some really funny results emerged when he allowed the kids to do the strumming (banging) as he did the fretwork. Silly rhymes made it that much funnier. Then we played a round of UNO, which the kids are learning nowadays. They get a huge kick out of the matching of colors and numbers. This also got silly as Boober tried to boost his brother's collection of cards. After that came an episode of South Park ("Big Gay Al's Boatride") on the RealPlayer, then bedtime for the kiddos. Yes, I let my kids watch South Park. Yes we discuss everything that comes up in the episodes. Actually, I think it's a pretty good thing. A good bridge for discussion that isn't scary like live action television and movies can be. If you want to know more on my attitudes in this or any other aspect of childrearing, email me. Or email me if you wanna blast a hole in my boat, that's fine. Anyway, after South Park was a good long stretch of conversation that was meaningful and entertaining. Then off to bed. The next morning, bebop told me that Moomie had gotten up in the night complaining of a nightmare of pirates trying to set him on fire. Since bebop was enjoying the relative privacy of my room, while I was camping out in the "orgy bed" in the living room, Moomie went the wrong way and woke up the wrong grown-up, but went to bed calmly anyway. Oh, I just call it the "orgy bed" in jest, by the way. I mean, what else can you call a double bed smack dab in the middle of the living room? It's really there because I have no guest bedroom, and no big sofas. Friday was a long day. And prolly dull for bebop, though he brought books. I thought he ought to, as I had to work and there isn't much that's entertaining around here. We did go out to pick up the rental car for the trip of the weekend, as four cannot safely or comfortably fit in the Scud. He spent much of the day out in the beautiful weather, warm but not painfully so, the humidity low, for a change. Finally we got the kids from daycare and headed out. It was a four hour drive, unremarkable, really, except that we found really good music on the radio, and there were a couple traffic jams. Baltimore was lovely that night, going around I-895. We quickly dropped off the kids at the Huz's and got on the road to Lurker X's house. Lurker X is, well, a lurker, on the Daveworld list, though I secretly suspect this individual is known to all or nearly all DWers privately. X is a really charming person whom I like quite a bit, and hope to get to see on subsequent Maryland pilgrimages. DWer Katherine was there also to greet bebop. We conversed a bit over cheese and crackers, then Katherine and I left to crash out at her house, where she had an air mattress in the sewing room ready for me. It was amazingly comfortable, and I slept like a stone. Katherine's house is so eclectic and fun. She, her grandson, and his girlfriend all live there and do various craftsy things, the most obvious of which are painted clothing and woven items, mostly purses, rugs, and wall hangings. It's always relaxing and interesting to be there. Among them, they have four dogs and three cats. All the dogs and one of the cats are friendly and lovable. The other two cats are just aloof, not detestable or anything. After a slow and easy day crocheting, napping, a few other things, we went shopping for salad fixings and carrot cake. On the way to meet other DWers who would be in on the night's party, we also picked up several kinds of beer and some wine. The beers were Blue Moon, Hempen Ale, and Beck's. Near the Metro stop we successfully rendezvoused with Jeff and Josh. Jeff had caught the Metro and Josh got a lift from his folks. After some hugs, we made straight for the party site, Lurker X's house. Jeff was shocked when we pulled out all the beer; he had brought quite a bit of Red Hook. Ah well, we got started... X and bebop had been out doing God knows what, but they returned and the party began in earnest. Jeff made vegan spring rolls, and we barbecued burgers and dogs. X's sisters Carol and Martha arrived, as did X's two younger children. All of these folks were friendly; we got on well. Everyone but Josh got a bit toasted, and there was much silliness. As darkness fell, we harassed bebop into playing his guitar and singing for us, as Katherine danced. I was having trouble getting up to dance, as I was a bit queasy, and, well, I just have to have a certain kind of rhythm, and the classic rock, folksy kinda stuff just wasn't making me shake my booty, though I did enjoy it on such a mellow evening. Soon it was time to go, and after much hugging all around I dropped off Jeff at the Metro station and Katherine at her house and headed back to the Huz's to crash there, since he had to work the next day and leave quite early to do it. I got so sleepy driving back that, even though it's a short trip, I pulled over for a nap. Sunday was lazy, and the Huz wound up only working half a day. We played UNO and went to the PX, his idea of recreation. I bleached my hair in the first step to making it a proper canvas for the purpling to come. It's vanilla blonde now. Probably two more bleachings otter get it. Whew my fingers are tired but I feel better now. There is more stuff banging around in my head, but at least the bottleneck is cleared. Oh, and I like the DWers quite a bit. I like Jeff particularly, but how could I not? The guy is funny and warm, and he can cook. I did tease him about his stubbly hairstyle. If there were some locks to grab hold of, he'd be completely irresistable, heh. --Spring
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