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Sep. 19th, 2004 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
likethebeerWent to Vernville last night...
to watch the end of some motor bike racing around on Vern's acreage. It was realloy great that we were invited and it was a nice chance to see some people. It was BYO everything, but since we were asked to bring a grill, we sort of were covered. Turns out they didn't use the girll (I hope it's not b/c we came over rather late, like 6:30). Thing is, we were originally invited on Thursday. Mrs. Vern called me & invited us. I wrote an e-mail to mda on Thursday and another on Friday mentioning this. Then I told him on Friday night. He gets a call from Mrs. Vern on Saturday asking for the grill. He comes down and says, "Yeah, there's a party at Vernville. Did you know this?" "I told you last night. And I e-mail you, like twice." The e-mailing I can understand, b/c sometimes things go to 1 acct that maybe he doesn't check, but I told him. Maybe more than once, too, but definitely once. That rarely happens that he totally spaces on things that I say, but he does have this amazing ability to space on invitations. Why that is I cannot fathom, esp. b/c he sometimes becomes this social butterfly at parties. And, hey, they man's always up for beer.
Anyway, that's off the subject. I never have much to say to Mr. & Mrs. Vern, even though I've known them for years and at times have had really interesting conversations with them. In fact, their house was the house of the "I love your naked children" party around the 4th of July last year. Of course, it doesn't help that Mr. Vern chewed my ass out once for 45 minutes and called me an asshole; while Mrs. Vern made out w/my bf once in the back seat of the car I was driving when she was really really trashed and we were trying to get her the fuck home [I still wonder whether she knows that's what she did]. Anyway, that throws some obstacles in there, aside from the fact that their lives are totally different now, and they have a son.
It was a beautiful night w/a decent amount of stars, I got to sit in a major comy chair, the stars were gorgeous, there was some really good food, and a big fire that didn't get painfully smokey (at least to me). Got to talk a little to WI-C and a few others. I was feeling out of my element. All I had to talk about was, "the chicken coops were made into dorm rooms at Tal. in 1957." That's my job, right there (at least last week). I asked WI-C if he'd like to write a grant for the artist who sort of comes to me from time to time. WI-C replied that, of course, he's never written a grant. I replied, "Well, I've written a grant. I've never gotten a grant." And then I proceeded to volley an impressive array of curse words around the concept of grants, which I cannot stand. The artist, BW, is going to have to be told that. WI-C also said that, "Well, likethebeer, he doesn't want me." I said, "Yeah, I know."
And still, mda is sitting 4 feet away, totally engaged in another conversation. Does he realize any of this at all? Has he ever? I sooo want him to realize it. I don't want to have to tell him, then he'll have to scrutinze it for himself. Worse--what if he doesn't believe me? "Well, he's nice to you, but I don't think he's attracted to you." We were at BW's 1 time, and, again, mda's engaged in conversation over here, and someone over there teases BW with something like, "Oh, no, here comes the famous BW charm," and BW replies, "Yeah, Michael better watch out." he pauses and then says, "Uh. Any Michael, I guess." And I look over at mda, 5 feet away from BW, and he's just talking along. Again, totally oblivious.
In addition I got to see a few people I haven't in a while, including a woman who I've known since she was in high school who now lives in Seattle. She can be fun. She can also be infuriating, but I think we all know that. It was good to talk to her. She seems to be having a really interesting life out there (at least from what we know).
to watch the end of some motor bike racing around on Vern's acreage. It was realloy great that we were invited and it was a nice chance to see some people. It was BYO everything, but since we were asked to bring a grill, we sort of were covered. Turns out they didn't use the girll (I hope it's not b/c we came over rather late, like 6:30). Thing is, we were originally invited on Thursday. Mrs. Vern called me & invited us. I wrote an e-mail to mda on Thursday and another on Friday mentioning this. Then I told him on Friday night. He gets a call from Mrs. Vern on Saturday asking for the grill. He comes down and says, "Yeah, there's a party at Vernville. Did you know this?" "I told you last night. And I e-mail you, like twice." The e-mailing I can understand, b/c sometimes things go to 1 acct that maybe he doesn't check, but I told him. Maybe more than once, too, but definitely once. That rarely happens that he totally spaces on things that I say, but he does have this amazing ability to space on invitations. Why that is I cannot fathom, esp. b/c he sometimes becomes this social butterfly at parties. And, hey, they man's always up for beer.
Anyway, that's off the subject. I never have much to say to Mr. & Mrs. Vern, even though I've known them for years and at times have had really interesting conversations with them. In fact, their house was the house of the "I love your naked children" party around the 4th of July last year. Of course, it doesn't help that Mr. Vern chewed my ass out once for 45 minutes and called me an asshole; while Mrs. Vern made out w/my bf once in the back seat of the car I was driving when she was really really trashed and we were trying to get her the fuck home [I still wonder whether she knows that's what she did]. Anyway, that throws some obstacles in there, aside from the fact that their lives are totally different now, and they have a son.
It was a beautiful night w/a decent amount of stars, I got to sit in a major comy chair, the stars were gorgeous, there was some really good food, and a big fire that didn't get painfully smokey (at least to me). Got to talk a little to WI-C and a few others. I was feeling out of my element. All I had to talk about was, "the chicken coops were made into dorm rooms at Tal. in 1957." That's my job, right there (at least last week). I asked WI-C if he'd like to write a grant for the artist who sort of comes to me from time to time. WI-C replied that, of course, he's never written a grant. I replied, "Well, I've written a grant. I've never gotten a grant." And then I proceeded to volley an impressive array of curse words around the concept of grants, which I cannot stand. The artist, BW, is going to have to be told that. WI-C also said that, "Well, likethebeer, he doesn't want me." I said, "Yeah, I know."
And still, mda is sitting 4 feet away, totally engaged in another conversation. Does he realize any of this at all? Has he ever? I sooo want him to realize it. I don't want to have to tell him, then he'll have to scrutinze it for himself. Worse--what if he doesn't believe me? "Well, he's nice to you, but I don't think he's attracted to you." We were at BW's 1 time, and, again, mda's engaged in conversation over here, and someone over there teases BW with something like, "Oh, no, here comes the famous BW charm," and BW replies, "Yeah, Michael better watch out." he pauses and then says, "Uh. Any Michael, I guess." And I look over at mda, 5 feet away from BW, and he's just talking along. Again, totally oblivious.
In addition I got to see a few people I haven't in a while, including a woman who I've known since she was in high school who now lives in Seattle. She can be fun. She can also be infuriating, but I think we all know that. It was good to talk to her. She seems to be having a really interesting life out there (at least from what we know).
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totally oblivious
Date: 2004-09-19 05:02 pm (UTC)lucky for both of you there arent more agressive uh "artists" seeking your favor,..o.o
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Date: 2004-09-19 05:09 pm (UTC)I can't decide which.
Date: 2004-09-19 05:20 pm (UTC)till then you still have me hitting on ya,..;D
hah--wait... You've been hitting on me?
Date: 2004-09-19 05:31 pm (UTC)Re: hah--wait... You've been hitting on me?
Date: 2004-09-19 06:49 pm (UTC)with all sincerity, and no expectations of success,..evey fine lady should be pursued at her own pace,...;)
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Date: 2004-09-19 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-19 05:34 pm (UTC)That's a v.kind offer, but if you do send something, don't try to slip in some mayo as a joke. I'll never be able to make a tuna salad again.