2004-01-17 22:12:13 ET|
I'm still trying to make heads or tales out of this evening, but I'll attempt to put it right here....
Was at work until 8:30. I was supposed to meet up with my brother for pool and pints, but he hadn't got any sleep the night before (an alarm went of in his building at 6 this morning) and what with theGirl having her night out with the girls I found myself resigning to a night in. When I thought! Why don't I just go out anyway and have a good time by myself?
So I managed to get home, get changed and down to Savage Garden (great little Goth/Industrial club) to hang out a bit. An old haunt I hadn't been to in ages. Bumped into a (just as old) friend who said he was gonna head across the street to the Fetish Masquerade. I thought "Why the fuck not? I haven't been to one of those in I don't know how long!". 10 minutes later I'm over there. I bump into an old friend of mine who is, by far, the BEST photographer I know and we chatted for awhile.
Then the slightly-expected-yet-still-totally-unpreparred-for-moment arrived... I ran into my ex. Megan was there, which I figured to be a possibility. But we still had a really cool time. Caught up on old stuff, made a date for Tuesday (not that kind of "date") to catch up properly and, slightly more importantly, so I could get some stuff back.
Then ran into Steph (theGirl's roomate's friend) and chatted with her for a bit. She thought (briefly) that I was someone else, which was kinda funny considering she's met me 2 or 3 times before, and we bitched about an even older ex...
Now I remember why I left the scene. WAY TOO MUCH FUCKING DRAMA!!!
Stuff that we talked about I won't get into here. Let it be known that I (actually we) think my ex is insane, but my ex has other people thinking that I am insane. Funny how fate works.
Anyway. There's a post worth chewing on for a bit...