Desirae's Anniversary Party
May. 21st, 2004 12:52 pmGods but I'm exhausted today. I knew I shouldn't have stayed out until midnight; my bedtime is 10 sharp and dammit if I miss it by two hours it doesn't matter if I get two hours more the next day I'm still lagged terribly.
Still, it was worth it. We took Desirae, who's husband is stuck in Iraq, out to have drinks and dinner... mmm... steak. Had a wonderful conversation where part of it involved figuring out what deep secrets the well-heeled visitors to the Met Grill kept hidden deep inside. "Pee fantasies," I said, pointing to one man with a very pinched face. "Black SS uniforms," I said, indicating another. And then the young lady in the booth to my right. "When I turned 18, Daddy bought me a new nose."
Then we went to the 'Spot, where it was Grind night. I surprised myself by getting out onto the floor, listening to very dark goth backbeat Rammsteinesque versions of Britney Spears and Taty, and enjoyed myself very much. Omaha, in contrast, didn't do so well; whatever it was she ate, it was so rich and high in dairy fat that she quickly grew queasy and had to sit down. We left early; we'd hoped to be out another hour or so.
But I had a lovely time. Quite a number of friends were there, as were a number of other people who I haven't seen in quite some time. There was quite a bit of eye-candy. I have to admit that I like watching a woman with well-chosen piece of lingere better than than watching a woman with large breasts allowing them to freely fwap about.
Omaha and I went out, collected Kouryou-chan from some wonderful friends who'd agreed to oversee her for the evening, and then headed home. Within ten minutes we'd fed the cat and gone to bed.
On the advice of
fallenpegasus, who seemed to have amazing luck with OK Cupid, I decided to try it. I'd been there before, so I tried to log in. The password didn't work. So I tried "lost password," which came back with the response that there was nobody with my email address in the database. So I tried to make a new user: "That email address is already in our database."
Arrrrgh!
Still, it was worth it. We took Desirae, who's husband is stuck in Iraq, out to have drinks and dinner... mmm... steak. Had a wonderful conversation where part of it involved figuring out what deep secrets the well-heeled visitors to the Met Grill kept hidden deep inside. "Pee fantasies," I said, pointing to one man with a very pinched face. "Black SS uniforms," I said, indicating another. And then the young lady in the booth to my right. "When I turned 18, Daddy bought me a new nose."
Then we went to the 'Spot, where it was Grind night. I surprised myself by getting out onto the floor, listening to very dark goth backbeat Rammsteinesque versions of Britney Spears and Taty, and enjoyed myself very much. Omaha, in contrast, didn't do so well; whatever it was she ate, it was so rich and high in dairy fat that she quickly grew queasy and had to sit down. We left early; we'd hoped to be out another hour or so.
But I had a lovely time. Quite a number of friends were there, as were a number of other people who I haven't seen in quite some time. There was quite a bit of eye-candy. I have to admit that I like watching a woman with well-chosen piece of lingere better than than watching a woman with large breasts allowing them to freely fwap about.
Omaha and I went out, collected Kouryou-chan from some wonderful friends who'd agreed to oversee her for the evening, and then headed home. Within ten minutes we'd fed the cat and gone to bed.
On the advice of
Arrrrgh!