Thursday, August 21, 2003

 
so there's this place in laguna beach where you can go watch men dress up like women and lipsync and dance around for money. it's called the boom boom room. and there's no fear of being fondled as you push your way through the crowd and the women's restroom lines are wonderfully short. it's quite strange. these men don't look like men dressed in drag. nor do they look like women. but funn-ny. and very amusing.

after that we dance.

then we go to the bar down the street. the "cool one with the reggae band". they only charge us three dollars for five girls due to some sweet talking from the other ladies (that's not my thing). turns out we should have charged them to let us in. stupid bar. no music. old men. and a creepy, but sweet, santa claus looking bartender. one girl strays and ends up playing foos ball with some semi-decent looking guys. turns out, they are decent. but in that really scary rich boy way. we follow them to their house in the hills (fyi: i am sober, enough, and am completely aware of what we're doing). they have.....the house. you know, the one from the movies with the view and the huge, completely stocked stainless steel frige and the two mercedes in the garage and the plasma screen tv hanging on the wall. yeah, that house. after several failed attempts by the boy with glasses to "bust a move" with any of the "charismatic ladies" (he used it on all of us), a hit for some, and two bottles of water for others (me), we leave. thank god.

"how do we get out of here?" me to the decent looking one. big eyes. buggy but kinda nice.
"straight. then left all the way to PCH."
"okay i can handle that."
place an awkward semi-kiss here.
"um. am i ever gonna see you again?" obviously the girl
"probably not." obviously the boy
"yeah, i gotta go."

it's called naive, ladies and gentlemen. it's thinking that the sorta-cute boy that you've been chatting on and off with who's obviously way more into your cute dancer friend (she did wear a tube top-boys love that) would actually want to see you again. that you would ever, ever drive back out to laguna beach to go on a date, much less every weekend to see this boy. that when you became totally sober you would still even like this guy. please. i'm not dumb. but for that moment, i was.

on the drive home there was laughter about what a freak glasses boy was and what a wannabe player bugeyes was. we kept the music loud til long beach. dropped the chicks, and began our still long drive home with the counting crows.

4 am is no one's bedtime. especially mine. but for a little boom boom and laughs, i give in this once.
posted by the 'naut 5:53 PM

Sunday, August 03, 2003

 
matt says i have to start writing more on this thing. so you people can start lookinga t it and using the handy dandy comment system he just installed for me for no apparent reason other than that he loves me and was bored on sunday morning.

so here goes...
posted by the 'naut 1:13 PM