jason brought home bread and olives and wine last night, and then he took a disco nap and i got a lot of writing done. at ten, i wondered if he was going to get up or if i should just get ready for bed. we had discussed watching a movie or going out, but i was feeling sleepy and he wasn't really awake...
well first we went to standees for milkshakes, and i had a grilled cheese. then we went to berlin, which had a cover and was so lame! come on people. it's saturday night. jason's friend libby said, "be careful at berlin- you'll have to keep the girls away from caitlin- they don't take no for an answer there." i thought that sonded like fun, and was a little miffed in the same way jim upsets me hello, you don't know me, i can take care of myself. but i think she still thought i was straight at the time. anyway, none of that happened. jason and i spent a painfully long and agonizing time there. but then libby called him up and she came by, and she is loud and opinionated and made me miss l so much. it proves there is a good way to be obnoxious and a bad way to be obnoxious. i think l sometimes worries that i hate obnoxious people and just make an exception for her. but it's not true! it's just that she does obnoxious so well, and i hate people who are the bad kind of obnoxious, and people who have devloped charming obnoxious are few and far between.
so anyway, libby, jason and i leave berlin and head to spin. i haven't been there since that fateful night with l and carrie. but the bit at spin was the best part of the night, so i had good memories. and there's a whole back room i didn't know about! there's a dance floor there! who knew? how would that have changed the time i had, i wonder? anyway, when spin closed we went to the closet and finished off our night there. my goodness! we didn't get home until 4 am.
which sounds pretty late, no? but i don't know... i really liked jason's friend libby, wished she lived in chicago instead of ann arbor. but hanging out with them made me feel so prissy. it seemed like everytime jason and i ate, i was picky- i don't like beer, i don't like olives, i don't like melon, i don't eat meat, and on and on. and i was always the one who was tired and ready to go home. and i drank so little. it was like the distdain of z's sorority sisters, that feeling of "i'm too old for this." when really, i'm not any older than they are. something i love about those girls in philly, and in detroit too, they don't hassle me, they let me drink when i need to, stop when i need to, go to bed when i need to, no presure, no judgement. i feel like i have to justify myself otherwise... valentines day was this week, we had that bottle of wine with dinner, i weigh half as much as you do, i'm out of practice... i hate that. what about the mess i was on new years? what about that bear party of ch's? what about when leah was in chicago? i'm not prissy. i can have fun and make trouble in my skirts and false eyelashes. so there. and it was more me feeling that way than them makign me feel that way. so all in all, i did have a good time.
but now they're on their way back to mi, and i have HOMEWORK to do. ugh. maybe i'll take a nap first.
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