2004-11-03 || 12:20 a.m.
|| tuesday: dentist ||
and also:
brother jason played at the ivy room. on a whim i bought the wolfking and his lady their drinks and quickly got tipsy on my own. drink. it was somehow an enchanting time, actually. my brian showed up and d and m and the wine in a wee bottle drinker sat at a table situated in the middle of the dance floor. i gushed over my secret forbidden crush and convinced dana don knotts was dancing behind her and i am realizing while writing this that nothing extraordinary happened. not the crazy dancer whom i believe was once a pro rollerskating force to be reckoned with in the late seventies, not being able to tug on the wolfking's jacket and ask him stupid questions, not seeing the most dashing mr. top, not watching my brother do that funny dance he does when he is performing. but it was very fun. in that after-class out-somewhat-late having-mini-conversations-that-never-get-a-chance-to-(phew)-burn-out the-election-results-are-coming-in-and-i'm-afraid-we-will-have-to-move-to-canada-after-all enchanting way. sometimes i am terribly glad to be living in the east bay. sometimes i am terribly glad i know who i know and can give that awkward from-the-back hug you give when they're leaning over the bar ordering drinks. very nice.
and. dear diary? my secret forbidden crush totally hugged.me.goodnight. there has been an upgrade, ladies and gentlemen, from fist pump to terribly awkward hug. terribly awkward hug!! !
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