So, tonight, as it happened.
First, I met up with Kayna, Parikhan, monastrell, JasonDemon, junkllama and a non-SG member who seems to be very familiar with nearly everyone he encounters — I couldn't help but place his face and mannerisms as a DJ I used to know at Detroit's Leland City Club, which I haven't attended since late 2000.
After that, plans were laid to forcibly kidnap Prophetnoise and his honey Sintantrix, who were lead to believe that we were going to a bar in the Marigny, but they quickly caught on and thus our plan to kidnap them and forcably bring them with us to the Elmwood theader in Harahan to see the Hitchhikers movie; as such, they vehemently declined; ProphetNoise is apparently agorapobic and therefore would have no part of our moviegoing adventures. Sintantrix just didn't want to go. Their loss, IMO, because they missed a hell of a movie.
After a good time was had by all at the Palace 20 in Haranah, we sojourned into the infamouse French Quarter, ordered several rounds of drinks (including a round of Jäermeister bombs (a favourite of Parkikhan and the non-SG member), and as well a round or two of green Chartreuse, which I and the non-SG member indulgenly indulgened in (my chilled, single shot, his on the rocks, double shot, both chilled). Much beer was also passed around as we loitered outside Aunt Tiki's on lower Decteur, where we hung out outside (it was too loud inside for casual conversation).
Gradually, the gang started headhing home, with the exeption of junkllama, who walked me back to my car, some two blocks way.
After that, howefer, since I was alreay buzzed/drunk, I decided to hit up a couple strip clubs before heading home. First I went to Rick's Cabaret, but I was not too impressed, so I headed to Scarlett's Cabaret, which I've always enjoyed in the absence in the lack of strip clubs I enjoy, and I had a, shall we says, a fine time, I spend approximatley 3 hours at Scarett's, spending the entire time talking and getting lapdances from the most goeorgous, intellection woman I've I've ever encounter in a strip club. We talked for hours agout religion (I'm spiritual but not religious; she's a devoted christian, which you can dermine quite a few hours of very phylosophical and religious/spirtial discussions, interruptins by the occasinal lap dance (of which there were there, 1 boy style, 2 girl style). We spent about 2 hours discussion talking about religion an spirituality. She turned out to be the most well-spoken christian I've ever countered, and what's moore, she understood my "spiritual but not religious" philosophy with perfect clartity, my views discussting my non-religiousity and her christianity. I was an extremely stimulating conversatiom.
I normally abhor strip clubs (I was once married to a stripper), but tonight was different. I'm normally so fucking lonely that strip clubs are really my only outlet to assauge the angst caused by my three-year absense from having actual, real sex, despite that it's totally fake, and the strippers are in it little more then for the money they make each night they work.
For fuck's sake, I can't ever remember being as lonely as I am now. Masterbation just doesn't cut it any more. I'm as hungry for closeness with a woman that it keeps me from sleep and that I'm completepy forgotten the feel, the taste, the texture of feminine flesh, and it's driving my insane.
I'm so lonely, so hungey, that indimate contact with a woman that I'd give just about anything, My very soul, even, if I could know the touch of a woman again.
I feel... incomplete without it, even if the touch of a woman were to last for a few seconds of my life, it would be enough.
I wish I was dead; it'd be a lot more bearable than another second without that I adore most: feminity.
Wow, this was a long fuckin' entry.
First, I met up with Kayna, Parikhan, monastrell, JasonDemon, junkllama and a non-SG member who seems to be very familiar with nearly everyone he encounters — I couldn't help but place his face and mannerisms as a DJ I used to know at Detroit's Leland City Club, which I haven't attended since late 2000.
After that, plans were laid to forcibly kidnap Prophetnoise and his honey Sintantrix, who were lead to believe that we were going to a bar in the Marigny, but they quickly caught on and thus our plan to kidnap them and forcably bring them with us to the Elmwood theader in Harahan to see the Hitchhikers movie; as such, they vehemently declined; ProphetNoise is apparently agorapobic and therefore would have no part of our moviegoing adventures. Sintantrix just didn't want to go. Their loss, IMO, because they missed a hell of a movie.
After a good time was had by all at the Palace 20 in Haranah, we sojourned into the infamouse French Quarter, ordered several rounds of drinks (including a round of Jäermeister bombs (a favourite of Parkikhan and the non-SG member), and as well a round or two of green Chartreuse, which I and the non-SG member indulgenly indulgened in (my chilled, single shot, his on the rocks, double shot, both chilled). Much beer was also passed around as we loitered outside Aunt Tiki's on lower Decteur, where we hung out outside (it was too loud inside for casual conversation).
Gradually, the gang started headhing home, with the exeption of junkllama, who walked me back to my car, some two blocks way.
After that, howefer, since I was alreay buzzed/drunk, I decided to hit up a couple strip clubs before heading home. First I went to Rick's Cabaret, but I was not too impressed, so I headed to Scarlett's Cabaret, which I've always enjoyed in the absence in the lack of strip clubs I enjoy, and I had a, shall we says, a fine time, I spend approximatley 3 hours at Scarett's, spending the entire time talking and getting lapdances from the most goeorgous, intellection woman I've I've ever encounter in a strip club. We talked for hours agout religion (I'm spiritual but not religious; she's a devoted christian, which you can dermine quite a few hours of very phylosophical and religious/spirtial discussions, interruptins by the occasinal lap dance (of which there were there, 1 boy style, 2 girl style). We spent about 2 hours discussion talking about religion an spirituality. She turned out to be the most well-spoken christian I've ever countered, and what's moore, she understood my "spiritual but not religious" philosophy with perfect clartity, my views discussting my non-religiousity and her christianity. I was an extremely stimulating conversatiom.
I normally abhor strip clubs (I was once married to a stripper), but tonight was different. I'm normally so fucking lonely that strip clubs are really my only outlet to assauge the angst caused by my three-year absense from having actual, real sex, despite that it's totally fake, and the strippers are in it little more then for the money they make each night they work.
For fuck's sake, I can't ever remember being as lonely as I am now. Masterbation just doesn't cut it any more. I'm as hungry for closeness with a woman that it keeps me from sleep and that I'm completepy forgotten the feel, the taste, the texture of feminine flesh, and it's driving my insane.
I'm so lonely, so hungey, that indimate contact with a woman that I'd give just about anything, My very soul, even, if I could know the touch of a woman again.
I feel... incomplete without it, even if the touch of a woman were to last for a few seconds of my life, it would be enough.
I wish I was dead; it'd be a lot more bearable than another second without that I adore most: feminity.
Wow, this was a long fuckin' entry.
Heheheheh, and it's not agoraphobia. It's movie theaters. It's the cost of movies. It's how fucking uncomfortable the seats are (in EVERY movie theater i've ever been), it's that i fucking hate the way they Digitally Master the audio and slam it so hard that the dynamics are completely nonexistant and it's so loud you can't really decipher what you're hearing. and then you have to hope other people in the theater don't piss you off. And then to go with a group of people? Yeah, i know, let's all hang out in a dark room ignoring each other for a few hours. That's really fun for a group of people to do. And i especially didn't want to see The Guide until after i read it. I can't read a book after i see the movie. I'll stick to watching the DVD in the comforts of my own home thank you.
All in all, i give you all credit for trying, but you guys definitely need a much more 'put together' plan if you wanna trick/kindap me.
In the end, glad you enjoyed the show