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mellowtiggerI'll save the most-curious incident for last, okay?
I drove out to the east metro after 3pm to install a temporary pc at one of our sites. The original computer was compromised by virus, and there is an important meeting happening Saturday betwee bigwigs at my company. I'm guessing that significant decisions will be discussed about the financial future of the organization. *fret* I suppose job security is a question for everyone these days, regardless of where they work.
Afterwards, I went to the Minneapolis Movie Bears bar night in Saint Paul. It's a monthly event. I happened to already be nearby because of the pc replacement, so I went. It started at 7pm, but people don't really arrive until 8pm. What is it with "gay time"? I dunno. The spaghetti dinner tasted better than I was expecting. Then again, maybe beer just makes everything taste better.
Man #1: I was hoping to cross paths with someone that I haven't seen since late October. I don't know his name. (I'm bad with names.) I wanted to thank him for bringing props to the showing of "Rocky Horror Picture Show" at the last film showing by this group. He's always been polite with me, so I wanted to interact with him at my own initiation. Unfortunately, I didn't see him all night. *personal disappointment*
Man #2: Instead, I did talk with a new person who was another tech support guy. He works at a local community college where I went to classes for a while several years ago. He had a peculiar accent that I couldn't quite place. Was he Nicaraguan? No, wait, his mother was Norwegian. He was... Venezuelan maybe? Ugh, beer. I can't remember. He was polite and friendly, though, and that counts for a lot in my world. He happened to say that the reason the group wasn't showing movies any more is because they weren't invited to this location any more. *surprise* I wonder why? It's probably better that I don't know. I don't get along well with drama. (*foreshadowing*)
Man #3: Some short guy was drumming up business for a man who was doing professional massages in the upstairs area of the bar. He was trying to sell "muscular hot guy doing massages". Honestly, though, I was only impressed by the short and less muscular marketing guy. I have strange tastes, I guess.
Man #4: I found people that I recognized, so I chatted with them for most of the evening. While there, 3 newcomers arrived. The story they offered is that one woman was straight, one man (her brother) was straight, and one man was gay. It was actually an entertaining evening for a while. Curiously, two of them said that they wouldn't have guessed that I was gay. The third one asked me outright if I was gay. What does that mean? (I'm definitely gay.) If it matters, I was most impressed by Man #4, the one that they said was gay. They seemed to regard me as Butch Guy [tm] of the evening. *ignorant shrug*
Someone "new" (recently "out") in my group encountered difficulties, though. I don't know details, and really I don't want to know. But the threesome and the original group separated. I was the only one remaining at the table after both groups left. Apparently there was some worry that the threesome were all straight and were "working" the crowd for their possible benefit. I dunno, beats me. I thought the conversation was entertaining. *more ignorant shrugs*
The point of drama escapes me.
I came home, ate food, posted on Livejournal, and then crawled into a cold bed to sleep while hoping that work pager calls don't wake me in the morning. It would've been nice to expect more conversation with any of those 4 guys. Seems unlikely though.
Beer. How many civilizations has it destroyed?
(edit: This morning, it's so tempting to lock this post or delete it, but truth wins out. Drama happens. Life moves on. The pager has barked only once this morning. Lucky me.)
I drove out to the east metro after 3pm to install a temporary pc at one of our sites. The original computer was compromised by virus, and there is an important meeting happening Saturday betwee bigwigs at my company. I'm guessing that significant decisions will be discussed about the financial future of the organization. *fret* I suppose job security is a question for everyone these days, regardless of where they work.
Afterwards, I went to the Minneapolis Movie Bears bar night in Saint Paul. It's a monthly event. I happened to already be nearby because of the pc replacement, so I went. It started at 7pm, but people don't really arrive until 8pm. What is it with "gay time"? I dunno. The spaghetti dinner tasted better than I was expecting. Then again, maybe beer just makes everything taste better.
Man #1: I was hoping to cross paths with someone that I haven't seen since late October. I don't know his name. (I'm bad with names.) I wanted to thank him for bringing props to the showing of "Rocky Horror Picture Show" at the last film showing by this group. He's always been polite with me, so I wanted to interact with him at my own initiation. Unfortunately, I didn't see him all night. *personal disappointment*
Man #2: Instead, I did talk with a new person who was another tech support guy. He works at a local community college where I went to classes for a while several years ago. He had a peculiar accent that I couldn't quite place. Was he Nicaraguan? No, wait, his mother was Norwegian. He was... Venezuelan maybe? Ugh, beer. I can't remember. He was polite and friendly, though, and that counts for a lot in my world. He happened to say that the reason the group wasn't showing movies any more is because they weren't invited to this location any more. *surprise* I wonder why? It's probably better that I don't know. I don't get along well with drama. (*foreshadowing*)
Man #3: Some short guy was drumming up business for a man who was doing professional massages in the upstairs area of the bar. He was trying to sell "muscular hot guy doing massages". Honestly, though, I was only impressed by the short and less muscular marketing guy. I have strange tastes, I guess.
Man #4: I found people that I recognized, so I chatted with them for most of the evening. While there, 3 newcomers arrived. The story they offered is that one woman was straight, one man (her brother) was straight, and one man was gay. It was actually an entertaining evening for a while. Curiously, two of them said that they wouldn't have guessed that I was gay. The third one asked me outright if I was gay. What does that mean? (I'm definitely gay.) If it matters, I was most impressed by Man #4, the one that they said was gay. They seemed to regard me as Butch Guy [tm] of the evening. *ignorant shrug*
Someone "new" (recently "out") in my group encountered difficulties, though. I don't know details, and really I don't want to know. But the threesome and the original group separated. I was the only one remaining at the table after both groups left. Apparently there was some worry that the threesome were all straight and were "working" the crowd for their possible benefit. I dunno, beats me. I thought the conversation was entertaining. *more ignorant shrugs*
The point of drama escapes me.
I came home, ate food, posted on Livejournal, and then crawled into a cold bed to sleep while hoping that work pager calls don't wake me in the morning. It would've been nice to expect more conversation with any of those 4 guys. Seems unlikely though.
Beer. How many civilizations has it destroyed?
(edit: This morning, it's so tempting to lock this post or delete it, but truth wins out. Drama happens. Life moves on. The pager has barked only once this morning. Lucky me.)