John Sheridan in Babylon 5 : Epiphanies
I'm a little tired, but I'm going to try to really write something tonight for a change.
I think I'll start by filling in more about last weekend. As you all know, I went up to go see Sean in Seattle and we decided to start dating. I'd wanted to go up and see him because I knew it would likely be the last weekend I'd be able to before I went to the bay area and I really wanted to see him again. Anyway, I called him and he was heading to a party, but he said I could come along. I decided to wear my black bodysuit and short brown patterned broomstick skirt, just like on Halloween. I, however, refrained from wearing the bird mask and weird cape-like thing. Or carrying the feather duster. I did, however, shave my legs. I virtually never do that, but it was worth it so I could wear that skirt for Sean. I actually like how I look in it fairly well too. It's just not my usual look, and it's not worth shaving my legs over except on special occasions. I drove straight up there, trying to hurry since it took me more time that usual to get ready and pack, what with shaving my legs and all. I didn't even stop at Spiffy's. Then I parked and walked to the party. That was a little disconcerting, walking around in a strange city after dark, trying to find a place that I'd never been. But it all worked out fairly well. I found the place without much trouble.
When I got to the party, it was a nice, small, mellow group of people, mostly guys, watching a movie. That was nice, and much more my type of thing that I'd thought it might be when Sean said it would be a party. So I actually had fun. Then we all sat around and talked for a while. got one guy to draw me a map of the conversation. See, whenever I get lost in a conversation, I tend to say "I'm lost...could someone draw me a map?". Anyway, this guy took me up on it. So that as fun, and I now have a strange keepsake to remember that party by.
Then a few of us decided to go look at this troll sculpture under one of the bridges. That was neat, but my black boots got all dusty and tan. Ah well. I'll get them clean again as soon as I have some spare time, and it was a neat sculpture. Then Sean and I decided to call it a night and go back to his place. Then we decided around 04:30 or so that we were actually really hungry and that we wanted pancakes before we went to sleep. So we got dressed again (I decided to put on the next day's clothes so I wouldn't have to mess with the pantyhose) and walked to the IHOP down the street. That was fun, but we were really tired and the service was slow. While we waited for our food, we poured various kinds of syrup into our spoons and ate it. Except I was so tired that my fine motor control was going so I tended to get syrup on my napkin as well. Ah well. Pecan syrup is much better than I thought it would be. Really sweet though. For my actual pancakes, I decided to go with a mixture of normal and pecan syrup. Yummy. IHOP is quite crowed in the middle of the night. It's a little scary. Of course, it was a Saturday night and in the U district, so that may explain it. (The U district is the area right around UW, which is huge.) Then we stumbled back to his place again and went back to bed. Well, back to futon-blanket-on-the-floor, technically. Sean doesn't have an actual bed, which is so like something I would do if I were on my own. Well, except that my back would start hurting and I'd probably go out and buy a real mattress and throw that on the floor. Neither of us is too big on spending money on things like furniture. Not that that's a bad thing.
At some point during the night, I also lost some purity points, but I'm not going to go into that.
In the morning (or quite possibly afernoon, neither of us is noted for being an early riser) we had a discussion, and essentially ran out of reasons not to date each other. I'd been wanting to go out with him for a very long time, over a year actually, but there were so many reasons why it couldn't work. But they've either gone away or we've decided that they're not good enough reasons. So I'm really happy about that. I think he is too. We've been acting like a couple for a while now in most ways, and I think making it offical was a good thing for both of us. I know I'm more comfortable around him now. Then later that day we wandered around downtown Seattle trying to find an army surplus store. We never did find one, but I had fun just spending time with him. I know that sounds sappy, but it's true. We wandered around down by the waterfront mostly.
Then we went over to his sister Misty's for a bit. That was fun. Sean and Misty made some sort of "Japanese Pizza" that came out looking like cabbage pancakes and Gene (Misty's fiancee) and I eyed it suspiciously. It didn't taste bad, exactly, but I'm not really fond of the texture of cabbage. Aside from the texture, it basically seemed vaguely pancake-like. Worth trying once or twice, but I don't plan to add it to the short list of foods I really, really like and eat all the time. I'm a pretty picky eater in general though. I like a few foods, but I like them really well. I'll try almost anything Italian with a tomato-based sauce and no mushrooms or olives, I like cheeseburgers with grilled onions, I like clam chower, I like macaroni and cheese, a few things like that. But I'm a pretty picky eater in general, especially with Asian food. I can usually find something on the menu but most of it won't appeal to me.
Sean's mother then called Misty, wanting to know if that's where Sean and I were. I'd forgotten to call my mother when I'd gotten in the night before and she was all in a tizzy. Then she couldn't reach us at Sean's. So she called his mother and his mother called Misty. Yippee. So I called my mother back and calmed her down. Then I realized that it was getting late and that I should head back to Portland. Yaarg. I never want to drive when I'm that tired again. I made it back safely, but I'm not going to push my luck by pulling something like that again.
So anyway, that was last weekend in a great deal more detail.
On to this weekend, which I also have been fairly scant on details about.
Friday night mom and I went to Lincon City to hear Gordon Lightfoot sing. That was wonderful. His voice may not be what it once was, but I'm still very glad I went. He seems to be the type of musician who genuinely enjoys performing. He played for an hour and a half, and I knew every song. I think that the whole audience was filled with True Fans, too. He played two songs with "fake endings" (long pauses before the song continues) and nobody clapped. Not a single person. I think that's the first time in all the concerts of his that I've been to (this was my 4th) that no one clapped at the wrong spot. And the audience was generally vocal but polite. It was nice. It must be a wonderful feeling, to not only play to a packed venue but to a packed venue filled with people who all obviously are such fans. I wish that the concert had been longer, but it was still nice to see him perform again.
Then Saturday morning mom drove us back (I'd driven on the way down, so it was only fair) and I went to my RPG session at Maris's. That was fun. It's nice to do something completely pointless every now and then. I play a ex-special-forces agent named Rudolph but who goes by Bob. Our group is trying to break into some building to get some technobabble-ish device away from some Not Nice Corporation. It's silly but fun.
Then I came back to campus to get ready for my choir concert. I spent forever on my hair, what with washing, brushing and generally messing with it. I ended up parting it on the side and putting a blue butterfly hairthing in it. It looked fairly nice, I suppose. I wore my nice blue dress with the cream ribbon roses down the front. Everyone said I looked pretty. I felt a little weird. I don't usually think of myself as pretty, and I certainly don't think of myself as as feminine as I looked in that dress. But I suppose it's nice to shake up people's perceptions every now and then. I suppose I did look fairly nice.
After the concert, Jessica and I got changed and went out to Sean's. We burned a photocopy of "Bassmaster" which neither of us enjoyed singing (hey, *you* try to have fun while singing the word "fish" over and over again for pages) and then decided to go abduct Ian from his parents' house (he was in town for the weekend too), rent movies, and go up to campus to watch them. We got through the first one and then decided it was time to go to bed. Ian seemed amazingly tired. I'm amazed that Jessica got him all the way back to her dorm. I worry about Ian sometimes. He pushes himself so hard. But I guess he knows what he's doing.
Anyway, then Sean and I headed back to my dorm. Amazingly enough, we manged not to run into Io. I'm very happy about that. I figured that with my luck there'd be a fire alarm and we'd all end up outside, dressed oddly and feeling really weird. I have this mental image of Sean wearing my flannel sheet as a toga outside Templeton (the student building) and not minding at all...I can't even picture what Io's reaction would have been to that. I'm sure it wouldn't have been a nice rational one.
Fortunantly, no one set off the fire alarm tonight, so all was well. Sean and I made a big nest on the floor out of the mattresses from both of the beds in my room (I have a two person room all to myself), all of my pillows and most of my blankets. That was fun, and much better than us both trying to cram into a twin bed. I tried that back in the day with Ian, and it's just not that comfortable. Oh, and I went down another question on the purity test. Maybe two, I can't remember and I'm too lazy to retake it. Anyway. Then we were woken up by a phone call from Ian before we'd planned to get up. He wanted a ride to Beaverton and was waiting right outside my dorm for me to come and let him in. Great. So I threw on my big fuzzy robe so I looked presentable (my nightgown is many things, but not something I wander the halls in) and went to let him in. He was carrying his suitcases. Then we ran into 3 people in my hallway, Alice, Chris (D.) and Regina. Great. Alice even noted the still-vaguely-asleep Sean in the nest in my room. So they probably have all kinds of amusing ideas about last night...it should be fun to hear what the rumor mill manages to spawn in the next few days. I wonder what in the world Io would/will think if/when she hears. For The Record, Ian slept in Jessica' room, not mine. That would have been scary. There are some complications my life just simply does not need. So anyway, I shut myself into my closet to change into something presentable, making a brief nightgowned foray into the room proper to retrive my bra from its landing place from the night before and Sean just got dressed in front of Ian. He doesn't have a whole lot of modesty issues. I'm not really sure if I do where Ian's concerned either, considering our past, but it seemed a little awkward so I decided that the practical thing to do was change in my closet. Anyway, Sean then got packed and we all piled into my car.
We dropped Ian off at Andrew's (some guy who he is appearantly going to hire to do something and that he used to room with) and Sean and I went to Red Robin for lunch. That was fun. And something really funny happpened, too. When I got the bill, it listed the general manager's name on the bottom, and he had the same name as Sean, both first and last. That was really funny. Sean kept the reciept, it amused him so much.
Then we found out that Ian hadn't waited at Andrew's for us to pick him up, so we went back to Sean's family's house to see if he'd called. He finally did so (he hadn't realized that Sean hadn't taken his cell phone with him) and we went and picked him up. Then I took him home. And then it was time for Sean and I to say goodbye. Bah. I know, I'm greedy, no matter how much time I get to spend with Sean I always want to spend more. Ah well.
So I came back to my room and began to set it back to rights. I put the mattresses back on the beds and found Sean's tanktop under one of my pillows. It's silly, but I'm kind of glad he left it. It smells like him. Then I fell asleep for 3 hours. I only meant to sleep for an hour, but I kept swatting at the alarm. Then I got up, grapped a quick dinner, and went to room selection. I knew I'd get a single because of my learning disability (I have trouble focusing with people talking becasue I try to listen in on their conversations, and I also have a really short working memory so I lose my train of thought easily. Not to mention that I have trouble sleeping with most other people in the room. Well, not with Sean, Chris (C.) or Kelly, but none of them are exactly roommate options) but I had to go to selection anyway. At least I got to go fairly early. There were only 10 people in my dorm with lower numbers than mine, so I might have gotten a single anyway. It was close, at any rate. So I don't feel as bad about it as I might have.
So anyway, now I think that this journal is more or less up to date. I've omitted some details about the Sean stuff, even though he says that he doesn't mind if I talk about it in here, but I think that's about as complete as it's going to get for the moment. I may talk about some of that stuff later or I may not, I'm not sure.
In the meantime, I've been writing this for over two hours (while talking to people online and such) and I think it's time to wrap it up.
So anyway, I had a nice weekend.
Captain Squanky signing off