Firecrackers and gunshots
I went to yet another wingnutty party at the Cathaus tonight. It was a dinner party, from 7-10pm. They traditionally try to kick us out at 10, meaning that everyone is gone by 10:40. At about 9:50, someone decided that we would all ring in the new year in Chicago. Meaning, it was about to be midnight in Chicago. Funny, huh? I got to meet one of their new housemates, who was apparently drinking gin from a bottle in the fridge all night. Interesting, since the invite for the party had asked that people not bring alcohol. I did have a few sips of Elisa's honey wine after "midnight." Z thought that maybe it had a strong taste of cloves. There hadn't been a party at the Cathaus since Jen's memorial, and even then, tonight was only 20 or 25 people.It was awkward, because the-ex-who-shall-not-be-named was there, and I am not talking to him until I am ready to address some issues I have about how he seems to think that I am a friend who can be left dormant and then turned on when he feels like it. I did get sad when I looked over and saw those fingers. Flesh, I guess. We used to make out on the couch at the Batcave for hours...
posted by mahtin @ 12:22 AM
