Last night was fucking crazy. Since I don't feel like writing it all out, I'm just going to paste my friend's entry onto here about what happened, and then I will elaborate.
Adapted from MisterTaurus's journal:
Ok, Last night Emily and I decided to go to Uptown....
While waiting outside, we waited for about 20 minutes, and the line didn't move. We were wondering why it was taking so long when this really attractive italian/greek looking guy comes storming out of the club in this little purple t-shirt saying "THEY TOOK MY FUCKING ID!!! I'LL BEAT DOWN EVERY SINGLE FAGGOT'S ASS IN THERE!!" His friends, his brother, his girlfriend, they were all trying to calm him down, but he was almost hitting them, and he was pushing them very roughly, even his girlfriend. So, just to be an idiot, he ran across the street and punched in a store window. Like one of this big glass windows, just punched it in. And then he took off running like a little bitch. What the fuck??????
Emily and I finally get inside and are immediately stopped by a bouncer and asked if we would be willing to talk to the police. We were like "Uhh....sure..." So we went outside again, they showed us a guy so we could ID him, it was the guy's brother, the one that was being sensible and trying to get his brother away. That was done, we went inside, met up with Matt, sat there in awkward silence for about 10 minutes, decided to get drinks. Went up to the bar, Emily ordered the drinks, I tried to figure out a good spot to drink them where bouncers wouldn't see me. My friend Mike, who is the VJ (is that what they're called? The guys that talk before and after the shows..) offered to let us go upstairs to the drag queen's dressing room.
Got into the dressing room, was immediately greeted by the sight of a drag queens very perky implants and very saggy balls. It was a very weird sight.......Enter Transvestite Britney into the picture. Britney sits down beside us and strikes up a conversation. Emily's boobs somehow get discussed, and this launched Britney into a HUGE talk about hormones, and birth defects, and tons of other things. This transvestite is seriously one of the smartest people I have ever met. She knows pretty much everything about everything. Anyway, we end up sitting up there and listening to her talk until the bar closed. I only had one drink, and Emily and I didn't dance at all. That was weird.... But kind of refreshing....
We went down to coat check, got our coats, and Emily realized that she locked her keys in her car. Oh. Shit. So Britney offers to drive us all the way the Findlay to get the spare, and then all the back to BG. This is incredibly generous, so we said yes. First we went to Bg Boy though. While in Big Boy, Britney continued to talk...and talk...and talk...and TALK....AND TALK......Words cannot express how much this person can talk....While we were there, some random tall, flaming drunk man, walked up to us and tried to make out with me. I pushed him away from me, he left, came back about 15 muinutes later (Britney's just talking and talking and talking) and tried it again. Eww....So finally my head droops down to the table because I'm so exhausted, it's 4am, so we finally leave. At some point on the way to Findlay I passed out in the back of the bar from sheer exhaustion, woke up once when we got to Emily's, fell back asleep, and then woke up again when we got to Emily's car in BG. Britney said "Just go ahead and warm the car up, and then come back and talk for a minute." Emily did that, and a minute turned into 30 minutes. She kept talking and talking and talking and talking, JESUS she wouldn't stop TALKING!!!!!.....So finally, it's almost 6:30, it's light outside, so we say "Umm....we REALLY need to go now..."
We got into Emily's car, closed the doors, looked at each other, and SCREAMED. It was one of those "HOLY FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!" kind of screams. And then we were just laughing the entire way home because we were so delirious. I turned my phone on and saw that I had about 7 text messages and 4 new voice mails, all from Matt wondering where we were and what happened. He got worried when he didn't see us again, which is sweet. And then I listened to his voice mail and he said "..when you didn't show up again, I just thought the worse, that you had met some random guy and you were out fucking him....." Oh of course, because I'm SUCH a slut. Thanks....
I got home at 7am, crawled into bed and passed the fuck out. I ended up calling So Young at 11:30 to tell her that I wasn't coming to work for the morning shift. I'll have to tell her what happened when I go in tonight....but yeah.....What a fucking weird night....
P.S. Emily just called and told me that Britney's already called her......3 times......
Ok. So this transvestite/cross-dresser peron. She's really cool. And incredibly intelligent, and obviously generou since she drove us around for over an hour. But seriously, she does NOT SHUT UP. And all she talks about is being a trannie or cross dresser, the changes she's been through, (I'm calling her a she because mentally she's all female,) asking me about my opinions on her and her life choices, giving me descriptions with great detail about the changes her body has had and how she feels about them. The first hour or so was interesting. But after about 5 HOURS, u get a litte sick of it. I don't give a fuck if she's transgender and taking hormones and what it's like for a man to grow boobs in the middle stages of his life. I DON'T CARE. I just think she's cool and nice, she doesn't have to keep validating or explaining her life to me. But the worst part is, I think I made a huge mistake by giving her my number, because she has indeed called me 3 times today, and said she'd call later tonight. I don't mind talking to her every now and then, but I'm thinking she sees me as her new best friend. Because she wants a female companion to relate to I think, and I'm probably one of the few who isn't going to treat her like a freak. BUT, I don't care who the fuck u are, if ur "normal" or not, if u call me three times within an hour the day after we meet just to talk MORE about urself, it kind of freaks me out, and I kind of won't want anything to do w/ u. So I don't know what to do. Should I be really cautious? Is this something to be afraid of? Is she just lonely?? And most of all, how do I keep this from turning into a stalker-ish situation?? Cuz I really don't want her calling me every day. AND SHE KNOWS WHERE I LIVE, cuz she had to drop me off. So yeah, anyone who has experience with overly talkitive transvestite stalkers, a hint would be nice.
Oh, and my bunny lived through the night, somehow.
I should be able to get her to a wildlife rehabilitation center either today or tomorrow.
Adapted from MisterTaurus's journal:
Ok, Last night Emily and I decided to go to Uptown....
While waiting outside, we waited for about 20 minutes, and the line didn't move. We were wondering why it was taking so long when this really attractive italian/greek looking guy comes storming out of the club in this little purple t-shirt saying "THEY TOOK MY FUCKING ID!!! I'LL BEAT DOWN EVERY SINGLE FAGGOT'S ASS IN THERE!!" His friends, his brother, his girlfriend, they were all trying to calm him down, but he was almost hitting them, and he was pushing them very roughly, even his girlfriend. So, just to be an idiot, he ran across the street and punched in a store window. Like one of this big glass windows, just punched it in. And then he took off running like a little bitch. What the fuck??????
Emily and I finally get inside and are immediately stopped by a bouncer and asked if we would be willing to talk to the police. We were like "Uhh....sure..." So we went outside again, they showed us a guy so we could ID him, it was the guy's brother, the one that was being sensible and trying to get his brother away. That was done, we went inside, met up with Matt, sat there in awkward silence for about 10 minutes, decided to get drinks. Went up to the bar, Emily ordered the drinks, I tried to figure out a good spot to drink them where bouncers wouldn't see me. My friend Mike, who is the VJ (is that what they're called? The guys that talk before and after the shows..) offered to let us go upstairs to the drag queen's dressing room.
Got into the dressing room, was immediately greeted by the sight of a drag queens very perky implants and very saggy balls. It was a very weird sight.......Enter Transvestite Britney into the picture. Britney sits down beside us and strikes up a conversation. Emily's boobs somehow get discussed, and this launched Britney into a HUGE talk about hormones, and birth defects, and tons of other things. This transvestite is seriously one of the smartest people I have ever met. She knows pretty much everything about everything. Anyway, we end up sitting up there and listening to her talk until the bar closed. I only had one drink, and Emily and I didn't dance at all. That was weird.... But kind of refreshing....
We went down to coat check, got our coats, and Emily realized that she locked her keys in her car. Oh. Shit. So Britney offers to drive us all the way the Findlay to get the spare, and then all the back to BG. This is incredibly generous, so we said yes. First we went to Bg Boy though. While in Big Boy, Britney continued to talk...and talk...and talk...and TALK....AND TALK......Words cannot express how much this person can talk....While we were there, some random tall, flaming drunk man, walked up to us and tried to make out with me. I pushed him away from me, he left, came back about 15 muinutes later (Britney's just talking and talking and talking) and tried it again. Eww....So finally my head droops down to the table because I'm so exhausted, it's 4am, so we finally leave. At some point on the way to Findlay I passed out in the back of the bar from sheer exhaustion, woke up once when we got to Emily's, fell back asleep, and then woke up again when we got to Emily's car in BG. Britney said "Just go ahead and warm the car up, and then come back and talk for a minute." Emily did that, and a minute turned into 30 minutes. She kept talking and talking and talking and talking, JESUS she wouldn't stop TALKING!!!!!.....So finally, it's almost 6:30, it's light outside, so we say "Umm....we REALLY need to go now..."
We got into Emily's car, closed the doors, looked at each other, and SCREAMED. It was one of those "HOLY FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!" kind of screams. And then we were just laughing the entire way home because we were so delirious. I turned my phone on and saw that I had about 7 text messages and 4 new voice mails, all from Matt wondering where we were and what happened. He got worried when he didn't see us again, which is sweet. And then I listened to his voice mail and he said "..when you didn't show up again, I just thought the worse, that you had met some random guy and you were out fucking him....." Oh of course, because I'm SUCH a slut. Thanks....
I got home at 7am, crawled into bed and passed the fuck out. I ended up calling So Young at 11:30 to tell her that I wasn't coming to work for the morning shift. I'll have to tell her what happened when I go in tonight....but yeah.....What a fucking weird night....
P.S. Emily just called and told me that Britney's already called her......3 times......
Ok. So this transvestite/cross-dresser peron. She's really cool. And incredibly intelligent, and obviously generou since she drove us around for over an hour. But seriously, she does NOT SHUT UP. And all she talks about is being a trannie or cross dresser, the changes she's been through, (I'm calling her a she because mentally she's all female,) asking me about my opinions on her and her life choices, giving me descriptions with great detail about the changes her body has had and how she feels about them. The first hour or so was interesting. But after about 5 HOURS, u get a litte sick of it. I don't give a fuck if she's transgender and taking hormones and what it's like for a man to grow boobs in the middle stages of his life. I DON'T CARE. I just think she's cool and nice, she doesn't have to keep validating or explaining her life to me. But the worst part is, I think I made a huge mistake by giving her my number, because she has indeed called me 3 times today, and said she'd call later tonight. I don't mind talking to her every now and then, but I'm thinking she sees me as her new best friend. Because she wants a female companion to relate to I think, and I'm probably one of the few who isn't going to treat her like a freak. BUT, I don't care who the fuck u are, if ur "normal" or not, if u call me three times within an hour the day after we meet just to talk MORE about urself, it kind of freaks me out, and I kind of won't want anything to do w/ u. So I don't know what to do. Should I be really cautious? Is this something to be afraid of? Is she just lonely?? And most of all, how do I keep this from turning into a stalker-ish situation?? Cuz I really don't want her calling me every day. AND SHE KNOWS WHERE I LIVE, cuz she had to drop me off. So yeah, anyone who has experience with overly talkitive transvestite stalkers, a hint would be nice.
Oh, and my bunny lived through the night, somehow.
I should be able to get her to a wildlife rehabilitation center either today or tomorrow.
Yeah, she was cool, but damn, shut your mouth, crazy trannie.
Yaaaaaaay Bunny!!!
Ok, wow... thats freaking odd.
love,
me