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I had a really good night last night. I headed out to the Mercury for a couple hours, read for a while, had a couple ciders, and danced (I bless whoever was DJing for playing both Alphaville AND Information Society).
Joe showed up and we chatted for a bit. We're going to the same job fair next week, so I'll see him then if not before. We boogied, and he introduced me to his girlfriend Prarie. Also saw Jesse and Tucker, who was working the door. Yay for people I know.
All that was just gearing up for the main event of the evening, really. At about 11:30 I left the Merc to pick up Stephanie and go out for coffee. We ended up going to Beth's on Aurora, which was absolutely slammed. The manager there turned out to be the lady who stood in front of Wendy and I at the Neil Gaiman signing. She remembered me and we chatted briefly. She didn't have a table for us so I went outside for a clove.
When I got outside a very obnoxiously drunk man lurched up the street and started harrassing some other people who were waiting to get into Beth's. The manager came out and told him to go away, whereupon he started cursing and screaming and telling everyone that they were fat faggot bitches and should fuck off.
She looked like she might need help. I was wearing club gear, and you all know how big I am. We chased stupid drunk man off, and the manager turned to me and said sweetly "I think we have a table for you now." I felt cool.
Ended up sitting and talking to Stephanie for something like three and a half to four hours, over coffee. Our waitress was blindingly beautiful, and we admired her from afar... wait, no, she was our waitress. We admired her from quite close up, actually. :)
We talked about Hermeticism. Stephanie knows far more about my favorite area of occultism than I, and it proved a most educational discussion.
We talked about religion, and faith. I've never been able to have faith in anything, really. I've always had... preferences, theories, things which I would like to be true about the Universe and the way it works, but never actual faith. I just live my life and go through the motions of believing in the things which I would like to be true, but I've never been able to muster any true faith in any of it. I still hold out for direct perception of it. I believe in magic as much because I want it to be real as much as I actually think it works.
Yeah.
And we talked about relationships and insanity and innocence. We've yet to have a conversation that wasn't... what's the word I'm looking for. Real, I guess, and deep, though those terms strike me as horridly trite.
Heh. I want more coffee.
Joe showed up and we chatted for a bit. We're going to the same job fair next week, so I'll see him then if not before. We boogied, and he introduced me to his girlfriend Prarie. Also saw Jesse and Tucker, who was working the door. Yay for people I know.
All that was just gearing up for the main event of the evening, really. At about 11:30 I left the Merc to pick up Stephanie and go out for coffee. We ended up going to Beth's on Aurora, which was absolutely slammed. The manager there turned out to be the lady who stood in front of Wendy and I at the Neil Gaiman signing. She remembered me and we chatted briefly. She didn't have a table for us so I went outside for a clove.
When I got outside a very obnoxiously drunk man lurched up the street and started harrassing some other people who were waiting to get into Beth's. The manager came out and told him to go away, whereupon he started cursing and screaming and telling everyone that they were fat faggot bitches and should fuck off.
She looked like she might need help. I was wearing club gear, and you all know how big I am. We chased stupid drunk man off, and the manager turned to me and said sweetly "I think we have a table for you now." I felt cool.
Ended up sitting and talking to Stephanie for something like three and a half to four hours, over coffee. Our waitress was blindingly beautiful, and we admired her from afar... wait, no, she was our waitress. We admired her from quite close up, actually. :)
We talked about Hermeticism. Stephanie knows far more about my favorite area of occultism than I, and it proved a most educational discussion.
We talked about religion, and faith. I've never been able to have faith in anything, really. I've always had... preferences, theories, things which I would like to be true about the Universe and the way it works, but never actual faith. I just live my life and go through the motions of believing in the things which I would like to be true, but I've never been able to muster any true faith in any of it. I still hold out for direct perception of it. I believe in magic as much because I want it to be real as much as I actually think it works.
Yeah.
And we talked about relationships and insanity and innocence. We've yet to have a conversation that wasn't... what's the word I'm looking for. Real, I guess, and deep, though those terms strike me as horridly trite.
Heh. I want more coffee.
