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| 4 jul 2001 "it's her eyes." that's a friend of mine's theory about why amabelle is so damn attractive.� *shrug*� i guess good eyes (and good teeth) make for an alluring face, among other things.� amabelle has both. so basically, i was adrift in a great big wondrous dream (which i forget) this morning, when my cell phone jolted me back to reality.� i knew it was adam, because we were going to go to amabelle and her sister felicia's bbq at some beach in pacifica. so adam was going to come at 11am, and i dragged my naked ass out of bed, and contemplated my beach wear.� i'm SO not a beach person, having spent the formative years of my life in landlocked dallas... i just don't get water.� i don't like it.� i don't understand it.� but anyways, i got my abercrombie paratroopers, zipped off the legs, and wore a taiko t-shirt with kanji on it, figuring i'd get at least one question about what the chinese characters stood for.� and prereq hat and dogtags finished out the dogtags with my yellow/blue nike sock-like crosstrainers without socks.� yuck.� i have a fucking farmer tan at my ankles from playing basketball. i headed off to safeway to get some party drinks, and wound up with a sixpack of mike's hard lemonade, and twelve hooch's... when did these drinks get popular?� they're basically like wine coolers, but without that sissy image so guys can drink them and not look like wusses. so yeah, we got lost because the yahoo! maps didn't register the addresses, and amabelle told us over the phone that we were to look for a safeway and a taco bell.� fuck me, there are TWO such places, and unfortunately we wound up at the wrong one first.� we got there at like noonish, and we spotted a whole multitude of asians crowded around... ah... must be them. the whole time, adam was cheerleading me into being social.� you know by now that i'm an awful wallflower, but i think i was much better today. there were a couple people i recognized from the websites... felicia, rita, etc.� when i first saw amabelle, she looked exactly like her webpage would suggest.� so there was no shock there.� (when i met online journalist carol a few weeks ago, she looked very different, so i guess you can never tell...) anyways, i talked to various people, had a hot dog and such... oh, and i almost had a panic attack when my zippo wasn't lighting up.� gotta remember to refill the lighter fluid when i head out to windy places... i finally got it to work, and i had quite a few smokes when i was between conversations.� i also drank like four hooch's, and i got this alcohol cloud hanging over me.� there was one distinct moment when i was feeling like shit and trying to recuperate while sitting on a rock, and adam decided it was a good photo op.� so he told me to smile, and i gave him the finger.� ha.� no offense, adam.� i really did think it was a cool photo of me.� *grin* the four hours that we were there passed by quickly, so that was all good.� the incestuous (we have got to find a better word for this) foursome minus eric got together to snap some photographs; the only one i took is the one on top.� there are a couple cute ones of amabelle and me peering curiously into adam's beautiful monstrosity of a camera. it was neat seeing adam work his stuff while talking to girls.� NO!� don't kill me adam!� ha ha.� i think one of the places where people show their stark contrasts in personalities is when they're interacting with people they're interested in.� you know?� some people try to be macho, others become really smooth, others clam up and freak out... you get the idea.� it's like sexual attraction amplifies our social mechanisms. and amabelle?� well, i have to say that she is hella cute.� and she's got this sexy aura in real life that the web doesn't capture.� which is something cool to behold... the computer screen is way too passive a medium to even begin to portray a person's holistic nature.� i guess that's an obvious point, though.� but yeah.� i think i could stare at her for long periods of time without getting bored.� she's got cool freckles.� and on each side of her cheeks, she's got this one long vein that runs along the face of her jaw. i need to sit her down like i did with adam... and just talk.� a one-on-one digging of sorts.� i like the word "dig" (i first used it with jo-ann) because it really shows that you're excavating into another human's personality, finding out all the little stuff that you would never know in casual chit-chat.� the stuff that makes them truly interesting and endearing. ----- after i got home, i just passed out on my futon.� i think all that alcohol in the sun really got to me.� i popped two advil gelcaps and just crashed. my cell phone woke me up (again).� this time it was kara.� taikofolk were gathering.� i guess carol and jo-ann have finally arrived in palo alto for a month, and i drove over to their apartment.� i actually didn't hang out with them very much... barden, kara, dishi, and i went to de anza college to watch fireworks. the whole time, i was just whining like a baby.� i was fussing about how fireworks are overrated, and how it was be a pain in the asshole trying to get out of the jampacked parking lot (which it was). but once the fireworks started, i just shut the fuck up and watched.� i think we're all just fascinated by colorful flashes of light... i think it's in our biology... which is why we like flashy diamonds and deer stare at headlights and stuff... it's physiologically mesmerizing.� kara teased me afterwards that i liked it, and i didn't retaliate... yeah, i did enjoy it, but i got my last hurrah when it took us quite some time to get out of the campus parking lot. final quotes: someone: "where's ricky?" me: "probably making out with jo-ann" others: *snickers* me: "i know _I_ would be" HAHAHAHA. no.� really.� i'm over jo-ann.� just in case you were wondering.� that's why i joke about it now.� :) |