Hannibal V Constantine (hannibalv) wrote,
Hannibal V Constantine

June 30, 2001

Good god, it's late.

Went to a party tonight, and the universe never ceases to frustrate me.

I went into it expecting to be able to come back here tonight starting the entry with Smiths lyrics ("There's a club if you'd like to go. You could meet someone who really loves you. So you go, and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home, and you cry and you want to die.") or maybe Pulp ("Have you ever stopped to ask yourself if you didn't come to party, then why did you come here? Why the hell did you come here."). But instead of leaving like I usually leave events like this-depressed as hell and wondering why I bothered to show up-I left this one feeling almost not-ad about myself.

You're goddamn right it had something to do with women.

Two women, specifically. The first struck up a conversation with me while I was playing darts by myself. (As I explained to her, "I was an only child. I learned early how to provide my own entertainment.") I stopped the one-player game I was playing, and we began a two-player. She was winning most of the game ("All part of my cunning plan", I said), until the very last moment when I pulled out the victory. I made her laugh, and smile, and the whole thing left me feeling pretty good about myself. She went off to get more beer and I said I'd catch her later.

Unfortunately, ten minutes later a car alarm went off outside, which, for whatever reason, made people think the local constabulary had arrived, and the place got very empty very quickly, said emptying including, I'm guessing, my darts partner. All I know is that I didn't see her again.

Fast-forward two hours or so, and I'm getting ready to leave. I'm wandering around, making sure I say goodbye to everyone, when I come upon a young lady I hadn't previously met. When I said I was leaving, she said, "No, is no good." And made a small frown. She spoke with an accent. I asked her where she was from, and she said she was the country that my mother's whole family is from. I mentioned this, mentioned exactly what city at least part of the family was from (she called it a beautiful city and instructed me to go there when I have some vacation time), and I even mentioned the two small bits of the language I knew, how to say "Merry Christmas" and "Happy Easter". She was impressed, and giggled a bit, and I think she appreciated the fact that I was trying to make her feel welcome. Unfortunately, I was, as I said, getting ready to leave, so I had to break things off. She made the semi-sad face again and said maybe we'll see each other again. I'd like that.

Thinking on it now, it was a total "Tao Of Steve" moment. I was desireless-when the encounter started, I wasn't expecting anything at all. I was excellent-I spoke a little of her language, which is something I doubt anyone else at that party could have done. And I was gone-I left the party very soon afterward.

Of course, I may have overdone "gone" by going from the suburb where the party was being held to the suburb where I live-20 miles away. But still, I think it left well, and both experiences left me feeling pretty good. Which, as I said earlier, only confounds my view of the universe.

Beyond that, little today. Did some cleaning.

Today's Link Of The Day is from the "Wrong Fun" file. I'm not even going to describe it: http://drew.corrupt.net/lp/

7/1/2001 4:39 AM

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