Tues: I ordered something. Something that will help a lot with work. Paul probably can guess what it is, but I'm not going to advertise that I've got one in my house.
Wed: Took e:inscrutabale to Baccus dinner & movie for her b-day. They were showing the Big Lebowski. After years hearing all sorts of nerdy folks make references to that movie, I can now be in on the joke, Dude. It's cool watching a movie in that kind of environment, although a city environment doesn't make it always the easiest to hear, especially with zillions of bikers roaring around downtown. I don't think all that wine made things any easier to follow, either.
Thu: (Tonight).
Had a decent walk to SPoT with @inscrutable. She ordered what could very well be the most tastiest thing I've had there, which tasted like rose petals and perfume. Which is really weird because you'd never expect such things to be tasty. On the way, some guy driving by saw me and @inscrutable holding hands on the walk back to my apartment and yelled "faggot" at me. It took me as few seconds to realize that he was mistaking @inscrutable for a guy (a girl with short hair wearing a hat looks like a guy with long hair wearing a hat, I guess). It was a little shocking at first, but we soon laughed it off.
Finally, I was surprised to find out that @inscrutable successfully baked the gargoyle I made on Tues. It turned out pretty well considering I was just messing around with the leftover clay from her class and wasn't attempting to make any kind of masterpiece.
I went to the Allentown Art festival with @inscrutable on Saturday. I had expected a festival somewhat similar in size (area-wise) to Durham's Eno Festival with one or two dozen tents on Allen. Let's just say once we hit Delaware and Allen, my outlook instantly changed to "will the art ever end?"
Later, the @inscrutable helped me install my A/C unit, which after several hours of being in the hot sun looking at endless art, I'm surprised we actually got accomplished. Especially considering that the directions were useless and design of the unit did not accomodate easy, worry-free setup. And that was just small unit. For the 10,000+ BTU large living-room unit I'm probably going to have to hire the same folks who Sears hired last year to put it in, as it's well over 100 lbs and could fall out super-easy.
I now completely understand Azrael's line in Kevin Smith's Dogma "No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater... than central air" . I've joked with @inscrutable about "Fleeing to Amherst" but it's starting to sound like something plausible. I've endured a year of pleurisy (WIKIPEDIA - pleurisy) to live in an old house in the city and it's really starting to get to me. It's kinda funny that I was able to grin and bear the wheezing, coughing, and sudden stabbing pains in my chest, yet having to attach several hundred lbs of junk to my windows every summer is proving to be "The Final Indignity"
To end on a happier note, I'm hoping to catch my first movie at Bacchus this wednesday. It sounds like a lot of fun.
Last night I saw Shrek III with match.com girl. We wanted to see pirates, but we arrived too late from dinner. She had never had La Nova pit-fired wings before, and one of those metaphysical experiences is just not something that one can rush. Shrek III was funny, though I liked the first one the best.
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Today on my way to drop her off to the bus station for her Memorial weekend trip to Rochester (way too early at 5:30 AM), I noticed that an entire section of main street was blocked off, the part not blocked off by Buffalo's decades long beer binge urban planning party. There were fire engines and police cruisers and traffice cones (oh my!) and I was wondering what kind of traffic accident, chemical spill, or terrorist attack was happening as no event would be staged so early in a town that prides itself so much on getting trashed till 4:00AM the night before. But the way people were walking was too orderly to be some tragic disaster. I found out from one of the spectators that someone was blowing up a building downtown, so I decided to become a innocent bystander spectator myself. I wish I had a better digital camera on my phone that could snap better photos of the building in mid-fall, but this whole event took me totally my surpise. And yes, it was awesome, as I had never seen a building fall in person. The explosions were the loudest part; the building collapsing into itself actually was far quieter than I had imagined.
Had a great weekend. I took match.com girl to the Queen City roller derby and she thought it was really cool and I got major brownie points (by the way, nice performance, dragonlady7). Things went really well on the date, especially after she came back to my place and we had several beers. I don't know where this is going, but it sure is nice to be able to snuggle next to someone in the morning.
(uncutsaniflush, last night the text of my journal was not showing up and I didn't know why. I had thought that putting the word "Date" in the title might have been some specially reserved estrip word that was messing up the parsing of something or other, so I changed the title to some silly name like wangdangdoodle that I knew would never be a specially reserved word to test things, but forgot to change the title back. It turns out the problem was actually was the e plus colon plus dragonlady7 in the text that caused the entry not be appearing, which is why you don't see dragonlady7 in standard estrip username notation).
Talked with match.com girl again tonight via phone. She does have a cute voice and her laugh reminds me of the laugh that a really awesome ex-girlfriend from my Ithaca days had. One of those "that's so stupid but I'm going to laugh anyways" kind of laughs. She was open to the idea of seeing roller derby this saturday, so most likely we'll be going there saturday after dinner somewhere (I know that the knockouts aren't skating, but I wonder if @zobar and @dragonlady7 will be there?) I have absolutely no idea where this thing with the girl is going. I must remember--no eggs in one basket, at least not until after I've made the flan (which reminds me, I really should literally make flan sometime soon). She does like whiskey and mythbusters, so she can't be all bad.
On a different note, it's kinda funny, living on Richmond. It's really like an urban jungle. Which is not to say that it isn't a nice place to live, but it resemebles the kind of jungle you see in the movies where everything is quiet at night and then all of a suddenly the random, loud howling of a monkey disturbs the tranquility. Except on Richmond, it usually isn't howler monkeys but emergency vehicles, esp. police cars; it'll be 4:00AM and all of a sudden I'll hear "whoop-beep-squalk-whoop-beep-whoop". Of course, tonight there are real live monkey's, howling and disturbing the peace and playing with their own feces, except these monkeys have blue fur with yellow streaks. In another month or two, one way or the other, my jungle will be back to the way I like it.