Dear Diary . . . day by day

Saturday, January 6th, 2001 - Sometimes a party is just a party

Exercise log:
Danced at the party last night - off an on for probably an hour total. The best part was that I didn't care what others thought, although that was probably due to Bombay Sapphire and tonic.
Writing log:
Realized that there was a great emotional story hidden within the somewhat overdone conceit I'd come up with for this latest story. Excitedly wrote down notes, only to realize that it's the same damn story I keep telling over and over again, just in new clothes. Am trying to decide if this is my own "sound" or if I need to be careful so I don't become one of "those" writers.
I'm currently reading:
Reading now:
The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch by Phillip K. Dick
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Watcher's Guide by Christopher Golden and Nancy Holder
The Writer - Janurary 2001 (magazine)
Still reading, off and on:
Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier

My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222
As you can see, I am experimenting with a new location for the logs. It may be that I decide this looks too messy and I'll change it back, but that narrow column on the left has been irking me lately, so I thought I'd try to do something about it. Comment are welcome, of course.
One of the problems with this layout is that if the logs are long for a particular day, the entry needs to be pretty long too, so it shows up higher on the page. I really need to learn some newer html, I'm afraid. Not sure when that's going to happen. In the meantime, I'll have to solve this by rambling. Hey, go with your strengths, right?
So yesterday I ran some errands in the early afternoon, ending up at David's place so we could play Merchant of Venus together. Despite the fact that he'd spent a good deal of time figuring out strategies, I did fairly well, winning at the $2000 mark. This game is pretty addictive; we're playing again tonight.
After the game ended (around 8pm) I went home and got ready for Justin's party. I picked my dark blue cut-velvet shirt, which used to fit too tightly (it's a medium, not a large, but I bought it anyway) and now fits without the pulling at the bust and bunching over the hips. That alone was enough to give me some confidence, but I wore a pair of satiny panties underneath just to remind myself that this was a special occasion. I also wore my new pair of stretch jeans, which are the discovery of the season for me - I can never find jeans that fit comfortably, and I usually end up in men's jeans that fit around the hips but are too big in the waist. These are women's jeans and are not baggy and - best of all - they give when I sit down! They don't look like cheesy stretch denim either, so I look like I'm wearing a normal pair of jeans. Hurray for stretch denim! Finally, jeans that fit right!
Anyway, Justing looked much the same, although he's filled out in the shoulders and is probably taller (I think - it's been 7 years since I'd seen him last). Everyone was nice at the party and after my first G&T I was able to socialize well. The crowd was pretty much what I expected - a mix of ravers and punk-rockers, all with a tendancy to wax poetic on the latest Linux stuff. I sat around and chatted, I danced by myself to the music Justin was mixing in the back room, I mixed drinks in the kitchen and I just had an all-around good time. I finally left around 2am (after drinking nothing but water from midnight to sober up) when I started to get bored. But it was a lot less pressure than some other parties I've gone to, and I realized that there's no reason to get myself all anxious about going to a party where I know only one person: there's always new people at parties, that's what makes them interesting. I didn't come away with any new friends (in the sense that I'll see them again outside of another party), but I had a good time. Nice.
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