Oh my.

Oct. 27th, 2006 08:09 pm
memnus: Pintsize in a leather harness, and "Support Alternative Lifestyles" (Support Alternative Lifestyles (QC))
Some of you are familiar with my cream soda recipe. Well, I was feeling experimental, and it's a Rocky night, so I decided to find out what'd happen if I replaced the Sprite with Smirnoff Ice.

Oh dear. That's strong for someone that's let their tolerance lapse as much as I have.

And I have the better part of a litre of it.

Tonight's going to be fun.

(Normally this is the part where I'd plug the show. But there's, um, one person reading this that's (a) in Utah and (b) not already part of it. You know who you are.)


Being good

Sep. 3rd, 2006 12:58 pm
memnus: Me with my bow at full draw, with quote "Just Dynamic Tension" (Dynamic Tension)
I'm going down to Salt Lake Archery, really this time. I'm also going to pay for the month-long shooting pass; that way I'll guilt myself into at least six practice sessions before the Desert Open. EDIT: They have a post on the bulletin board inside that they're open on Sunday... it's a lie.

Discussion question: Which of the following behaviors, repeated for a year, would be worse for my lungs?
a) Living in Salt Lake City, but going to smoking-allowed clubs on a regular basis
b) Living in the Los Angeles basin

(I ended up back at Area 51 last night after all, and was very glad I did. People are cool.)

Next step: Email the climbing email list and find SoC people to go with.

memnus: Me with my head back and eyes closed (Laid back)
I ended up staying at Area 51 all the way to closing. I was wandering around feeling vaguely out-of-place for not very long when I was accosted by a small and extremely hyper woman. She obviously felt very much at home there, unlike her two friends, both as new to the place as I. I figured, hey, what the hell, and for the most part stuck with them for the rest of the night. There was sitting around on the patio (more cigarette smoke there than inside, oddly), some dancing (not much at once; by the time the dance floor got crowded the only places with enough room for my style were right under the speakers), and a whole lot of the attention-span loss that I always get in loud crowds of strangers. Eventually we traded phone numbers (why, god, why must normal people use the fucking telephone?) and left at two in the morning. I imagine the Denny's around the corner gets huge business at 2:10. The chaos of the night fuzzed a lot of memories, but some things I do recall:

- On the way in, a drag queen asked me where I acquired the boots.

- Said boots basically force all my weight to the balls of my feet. This does wonderful things for my dancing, if I'm not dancing for very long.

- Thanks to the crowd I fell in with, I was well out of my demographic. At least two women I met were younger than I, had kids at home, and were perfectly happy to be rid of said kids' scum fathers.

- The theme of the night was Uniform Fetish. One guy went so far as to construct a superhero outfit, with pink body, knee and elbow pads, a cape, and POET written across his chest: "There's no justice like poetic justice!" He was playing the part, too.

- One vendor there was selling actual law-enforcement handcuffs. By the time I stopped dithering and decided to buy some, they were gone.

- The vacuum table: Two sheets of latex with a hole for your nose, that they put you between and then suck out all the air. Passersby are then invited to touch you.

- Dancing, and trying to flirt and failing, with various of the people I'd just met.

So, all in all a very good night. Today I slept in until almost noon (on the couch... I'd washed my sheets and not put them back on), lounged around doing reading for Graphics (hardly anything I've not seen before), baked cookies (note to self, get a hand mixer dammit) and tried again to reach the local Rocky troupe. Said troupe rehearses Sunday nights, though, so if I hear back from them FMTG will hate me, a lot. Moving earlier in the day would be best for me, but I think it's no good for others.

Tomorrow, I play Cookie Fairy for the grad lounge.


Hey, wait.

Aug. 26th, 2006 07:11 pm
memnus: Pintsize in a leather harness, and "Support Alternative Lifestyles" (Support Alternative Lifestyles (QC))
I must have lost serious weight over the summer. My pleather pants now fit really, really well.

I feel delicious. I was debating whether to go to fetish night tonight, but this seals it, especially how well they match my Tall Boots. Now if only my back wasn't having the occasional painful spasm...

memnus: Me with my head back and eyes closed (Laid back)
So I finally got off my ass and hiked my way down to Area 51, the club that supposedly houses Sanctuary, for goth/industrial. I walked in 9:30/9:45 (I was not carrying a clock or phone, and there didn't seem to be one there) and walked upstairs to th utterly empty dance floor. Unfazed, I let myself loosen up, detached my brain, and danced.

I must have danced for two hours, straight. Eventually people filtered in, and the music got lighter, and soon I was surrounded by the 18+ crowd, listening to a decent 80's-ish playlist, although not particularly well-mixed. Eventually, after a jarring transition from "Head Like a Hole" to "Here Comes Your Man," I realized that I was out of energy, and left. The walk home was far, far more torturous than the walk down, being uphill and all, but I drifted all the way and got back here by 12:20. If I didn't have to be up in the morning... and had more cash, and a better understanding of bar tipping ettiquette... I probably would have got a drink, had a seat, and people-watched for a while. As it was, though, the evening was excellent for me. I've been sleeping poorly, but I don't think that'll be a problem tonight.

memnus: Pintsize in a leather harness, and "Support Alternative Lifestyles" (Support Alternative Lifestyles (QC))
I'm idly plotting a trip into San Francisco tomorrow; sepcifically, I hope to go to Foot Worship or somewhere similar and finally get myself a pair of Serious Boots. I expect this trip will take the form of me (and quite possibly my bicycle) getting on CalTrain and heading into the city. From there I'd probably just wander, with much help from BART if I decide against taking the bike, see what I can't find.

It's a pretty half-baked plan at this point, and may end up becoming Sunday's or even next weekend's. Also next weekend, I'm considering the possibility of going on Friday to see The Wet Spots at The Center for Sex and Culture, also a quite half-baked plan.

Both could use more baking, aka it's my bedtime.

memnus: Pintsize in a leather harness, and "Support Alternative Lifestyles" (Support Alternative Lifestyles (QC))
So, I seem to have two options.

First: Downtown location, ~$500/month. About 1.5 miles from campus, and those miles are covered by TRAX (lightrail). ~600 square feet, I can't find a floor plan. Management seems to be pretty cool on the idea of being on the internet.

Second: Sugarhouse location, ~800/month. About 2.5 miles downhill from campus. The upside: about 800 square feet, with separate kitchen, dining room, living room, bedroom, and walk-in closet. Walking distance of Wild Oats for groceries, and Salt Lake Archery for crack (who have also offered to support a hypothetical University club). Alleged common spaces and social life within the complex. BUT: Bunch of reviews online saying horrible security, especially regarding cars.

I'm leaning toward the first option, really, simply because I prefer to live a simpler life right now. I don't need to own three rooms worth of furniture when I can better than make do in two, and the extra few hunderd each month will go far in a grad student's life.

I'd say the drive up to Vegas was uneventful, but that'd be a lie. Somewhat after passing into Nevada, we came up behind a car that made all of us just kind of blink. In the back seat, there was a man with sunglasses. We could tell he had sunglasses because he was kind of facing us, leaning into the corner of the back seat ... and eagerly humping away at something out of our sight beneath him. We followed them a few minutes, wondering if we were hallucinating, then passed them to get a better look. Sure enough, just visible through the rear passenger window was a head of blonde hair. I thought it didn't look too comfortable to her, but who are we to question the tastes of people that have sex in broad daylight on I-15? By the time we let them pass us again, everyone was sitting normally in the car again, and we realized there were in fact four in the car - one couple in front, one in back. So we had a good laugh about that, and joked about them for the rest of the drive.

After dinner, we wandered the casino, and I quickly realized that my brain simply does not operate on the same principles as this city. I fed a few dollars into the slot machines (which happily gobbled them up) and watched as thousands of strangers poured much, much more than that into them. None of us were particularly inspired to go out and do anthing, and figured we'd be better off waiting for midday when the table games would have cheaper limits.

We took the monorail down the strip to look at the Big Hotels, and agreed not to spend significant money there. As far as I'm concerned all casinos are alike, except for the mean income of the patrons. Saw MGM, Excalibur, Luxor, and maybe a few others. At the Excalibur, hunting for a DDR machine we instead found an In The Groove machine, with mines and songs rated out of twelve feet. It also had one of the more bizarre E-Rotic songs I've seen: "Lemmings on the Run". As our feet got tired, we gave up on that and swung by the Wynn to get the tickets, then walked up the the Sahara, supposed home of $3 blackjack. Such a table we indeed found, and claimed seats - I started with a $25 bankroll. An hour later we stood up, well over a hunder dollars less poor among us, and decided blackjack later would do well. For the moment we had to break, though, to get cleaned up and ready for Avenue Q. The blackjack tables weren't quite as kind after the show, and eventually we went back to sleep for the trip back.



Apr. 22nd, 2006 09:03 pm
memnus: Me with my head back and eyes closed (Laid back)
I'm in charge of distributing EDC Rum-and-Coke until at least 11. Want some (in any ratio, including 0% rum)? Find me, between my room and the lounge.

memnus: A stylized galaxy image, with the quote "Eternity lies ahead of us - and behind. Have you drunk your fill?" (Default)
Oh my god I am so drunk right now. Whee. Rocky over. Party left I did. Typing is fweeeeeeeee.

Sleep? Will regret this in the morning I. Only had "3" drinks, must have beeeeen very strong. Exaggerating I. Can spell "exaggerating". Really? Monkey.

Note to self: have extra bottle of Tanqueray from party, may sell to Fogey. Would recoop difference in doning/cost I paid. Must now pay off credit car bill. Have cash Fwee.

Drunk LJ!

Pity me in the morning, plzkthnxbuy.

memnus: Stepmania "hold" arrows and the phrase "HOLD ME". (Hold me.)
And, being fairly conservative with my responses and not going with too many technicalities...


Oof. So close. I will graduate under 50%.



memnus: A stylized galaxy image, with the quote "Eternity lies ahead of us - and behind. Have you drunk your fill?" (Default)

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