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Oct. 7th, 2002 06:04 pmFirst, a couple of random notes:
Seen in a boutique window: a sweat suit with "JUICY" emblazoned across the ass in big bold letters. Well, yeah, if you keep eating the chips made with olestra.
Fart jokes know no age limit. Hearing a couple of 60 year old men telling them, when neither of them is related to you, is a little odd. When one of them used to be your boss, it's a lot so. When you find out that it's related to prostate surgery that one of them had to undergo, it suddenly becomes acceptable.
Other highlights from the weekend... had my first attractive chickie hit on me while I was at a con. Cute, short, blonde, and very, very drunk. Oh well. Also got to look at a number of people who were dressed in leather and such and meaning it. Lately, pretty much anyone I've seen in an outfit like that has been out at goth night, and way younger than me. Maybe this was more of a reminder to me that kink ain't just a fashion statement (though the eye candy never hurts). Part of it is likely just that I've been so stressed with work lately that I just haven't had a chance to think about sex. Ya know what? It felt pretty damned good (yeah, big surprise, I know)
Spent last night at Dad's surprise 60th birthday party, and it was interesting to see that no matter how he seems now, we really aren't all that far off - and in good ways. A bunch of his friends stood up and told stories about when they met him, and I recognized some of those things in myself as well. Okay, so he used to have a neon orange ("Tangerine", he corrected) Mustang, and I never went for the cars, but he was a firm believer in looking forward to doing something unpleasant just because it put you near somewhere else that was really cool. A lot of people also echoed the sentiment that he'd give you the shirt off his back (though with the collection of unworn shirts he has, he could just as easily give you a new one). And through all of this, I couldn't help but cry. I just couldn't stop. It was just so good to see this kind of statement of love for this man who just never seems to know how to express it himself.
I guess that after all this time, it's nice to know that we have something in common.
Seen in a boutique window: a sweat suit with "JUICY" emblazoned across the ass in big bold letters. Well, yeah, if you keep eating the chips made with olestra.
Fart jokes know no age limit. Hearing a couple of 60 year old men telling them, when neither of them is related to you, is a little odd. When one of them used to be your boss, it's a lot so. When you find out that it's related to prostate surgery that one of them had to undergo, it suddenly becomes acceptable.
Other highlights from the weekend... had my first attractive chickie hit on me while I was at a con. Cute, short, blonde, and very, very drunk. Oh well. Also got to look at a number of people who were dressed in leather and such and meaning it. Lately, pretty much anyone I've seen in an outfit like that has been out at goth night, and way younger than me. Maybe this was more of a reminder to me that kink ain't just a fashion statement (though the eye candy never hurts). Part of it is likely just that I've been so stressed with work lately that I just haven't had a chance to think about sex. Ya know what? It felt pretty damned good (yeah, big surprise, I know)
Spent last night at Dad's surprise 60th birthday party, and it was interesting to see that no matter how he seems now, we really aren't all that far off - and in good ways. A bunch of his friends stood up and told stories about when they met him, and I recognized some of those things in myself as well. Okay, so he used to have a neon orange ("Tangerine", he corrected) Mustang, and I never went for the cars, but he was a firm believer in looking forward to doing something unpleasant just because it put you near somewhere else that was really cool. A lot of people also echoed the sentiment that he'd give you the shirt off his back (though with the collection of unworn shirts he has, he could just as easily give you a new one). And through all of this, I couldn't help but cry. I just couldn't stop. It was just so good to see this kind of statement of love for this man who just never seems to know how to express it himself.
I guess that after all this time, it's nice to know that we have something in common.
