lauralh | laundry list

I was slightly jealous that Steve's sister got to hang out on a weekday with Joel, but I got him later, so it was all good. We had Fundido's for dinner (picked up expressly by me), but way too much of it. Hot tubbing helped me out, as did Red Bull eventually, but I still alternated between feeling ok and feeling way too damn full. I read a couple of Woody Allen short stories and started The Gameplayers of Titan (because I love Dick) till it was time to go out.

Erik lost his ID so we couldn't get in anywhere until Steve hooked us up. He knows people who knew people, and they didn't get carded. Unfortunately the only place this was really feasible was playing hip hop/funk. Not that I have anything against that sort of music, but it's definitely not my first choice. However it's apparently everyone else's first choice - the place was packed. Basically I would have been happy if I could have sat down, but that was basically impossible. Fortunately Steve kept going on about how hungry he was, so we left long before closing time.

Came home to skinemax of course - though not technically. I was the only one who felt comfortable enough with my own sexuality to just giggle softly during the closed captioning while becoming slightly aroused, instead of loudly denouncing the weakness and stupidity of it all. And then I started feeling less full and disgusting, just as some knife infomercial came on. Steve and Sharron fell asleep but the rest of us watched in awe as a trained chef cut tin cans in half and flayed the flesh from young babies. (Well, OK, not really.)

Also alternated with a discussion on free will and determinism. OK, not really either, but the concept of self being more important than all others was argued. It's partly solipsism, partly nihilism, and partly just plain narcissism, but yes, if I had to kill a thousand people in order to save my own life, I would do it. Somehow from that we started talking about Ralph Nader, Japan, then Israel and Palestine, and then finally migrant workers. By this time Ben-Hur had come on, and I get a kick out of Heston's "male nipple" movies, so I wasn't paying as much attention to the convo as to the homoerotic scenes.

And then it was 3:30am and we were like "OK, fuck this."