Okay, I guess it IS dating...
Nov. 5th, 2005 02:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vinniebatmanOkay, so as I may or may not have mentioned, Kostya called me and we had coffee together tuesday night. We talked and it was really nice. And we decided to perhaps do something on thursday night. Well, thursday night came, and we didn't know what to do, so we went and got coffee again. He'd promised the last time to let me borrow the Family Guy movie about Stewie. But when I got in the car, he told me he had something else for me (minds out of the gutter people, minds out of the gutter!). I got all excited because, hello, presents rock! So he gave me the present at the coffee shop.
Now, as I may or may not have mentioned, my phone is the fucking devil. THE DEVIL! The reason it never bloody works is because its so fucking old. Thats right, its oooold. Kostya gave me his old phone, so as he said (and I paraphrase) that he can talk to me when he calls. So I jokingly said "ah, so its all for purely selfish reasons, eh?" And he said yes, with a smile. Inside, I was all "DEEEEERT!" and like, running into walls. A lot.
Now I digress to the funny part of the evening. It was open mike night at the coffee house. Open mike night in an organic coffee shop. In Arcata. The first guy got up and played "Imagine," and I said, "I think its a coffee house rule; a Beatles song my be played!" So then the guy started to play an original song, and I didn't get it. But some hippie chick started to sway, arms in the air, to the mellow song. She was the only one. I had to bite my lip, and Kostya had this look on his face like, "what in the hell?!"
So then a skinny guy with black hair and a Pink Floyd shirt got up to read some poetry. The first one was in honor of Dia de los Muertos. And it started: "Reject comfort. Reject comfort." He was odd, he overly enunciated EVERYTHING! And then suddenly, while discussing living up to our ancestors, he starts talking about consumerism and commercialism. ?
Then his next poem had a title that contained seven words. Three of them were "...Manifestations of Love." At one point he compares his love to a maroon monkey, while continually referencing the Little Brown Bird. Riiiight. So after he finishes (because it would be rude to walk out during someones performance), I look at Kostya like "oh my god." He said "Do you want to leave," to which I replied, "Yeah, before I start laughing out loud."
As we gathered our belongings, a three-person band started to set up. As we left, one of them started playing the fucking bongos. I kid you not. The second I cleared the door, I laughed my ass off. So, at this point, 8 pm in Arcata, we two people who don't plan on smoking pot or getting shitfaced, drive off no where particular. So he decided that we should meet his friend Jim, and Iranian from Salinas. He's a cool guy- he was invited to Jack Johnson's wedding! How cool?!
Anyways, he's a really cool guy, offered me booze, and we all just chatted and drank Persian tea, which, by the way, really fucking good. At around ten, Jim's like "so, you guys eaten?" I actually was, having had banana for dinner. Sorry, but I didn't know if we'd being having dinner or not. So we went to APD, and we had sammiches. And then Kostya dropped me off at home, got out of the car (its his habit, because you can't give a proper hug sitting in the car), and gave me a hug. As we leaned in, he kissed my cheek. I was happy, so I quickly reciprocated before the hug ended. The nerdy joy. I was joyous. Did I mention the joy? Hey, fuck you! So it was just a kiss on the cheek! Yeah, I'm lame. But it was fun.
In other new, my roommate threw up all over the bathroom stalls. Corinna, remember Lena last year? This was worse. Dear jebus.
Now, as I may or may not have mentioned, my phone is the fucking devil. THE DEVIL! The reason it never bloody works is because its so fucking old. Thats right, its oooold. Kostya gave me his old phone, so as he said (and I paraphrase) that he can talk to me when he calls. So I jokingly said "ah, so its all for purely selfish reasons, eh?" And he said yes, with a smile. Inside, I was all "DEEEEERT!" and like, running into walls. A lot.
Now I digress to the funny part of the evening. It was open mike night at the coffee house. Open mike night in an organic coffee shop. In Arcata. The first guy got up and played "Imagine," and I said, "I think its a coffee house rule; a Beatles song my be played!" So then the guy started to play an original song, and I didn't get it. But some hippie chick started to sway, arms in the air, to the mellow song. She was the only one. I had to bite my lip, and Kostya had this look on his face like, "what in the hell?!"
So then a skinny guy with black hair and a Pink Floyd shirt got up to read some poetry. The first one was in honor of Dia de los Muertos. And it started: "Reject comfort. Reject comfort." He was odd, he overly enunciated EVERYTHING! And then suddenly, while discussing living up to our ancestors, he starts talking about consumerism and commercialism. ?
Then his next poem had a title that contained seven words. Three of them were "...Manifestations of Love." At one point he compares his love to a maroon monkey, while continually referencing the Little Brown Bird. Riiiight. So after he finishes (because it would be rude to walk out during someones performance), I look at Kostya like "oh my god." He said "Do you want to leave," to which I replied, "Yeah, before I start laughing out loud."
As we gathered our belongings, a three-person band started to set up. As we left, one of them started playing the fucking bongos. I kid you not. The second I cleared the door, I laughed my ass off. So, at this point, 8 pm in Arcata, we two people who don't plan on smoking pot or getting shitfaced, drive off no where particular. So he decided that we should meet his friend Jim, and Iranian from Salinas. He's a cool guy- he was invited to Jack Johnson's wedding! How cool?!
Anyways, he's a really cool guy, offered me booze, and we all just chatted and drank Persian tea, which, by the way, really fucking good. At around ten, Jim's like "so, you guys eaten?" I actually was, having had banana for dinner. Sorry, but I didn't know if we'd being having dinner or not. So we went to APD, and we had sammiches. And then Kostya dropped me off at home, got out of the car (its his habit, because you can't give a proper hug sitting in the car), and gave me a hug. As we leaned in, he kissed my cheek. I was happy, so I quickly reciprocated before the hug ended. The nerdy joy. I was joyous. Did I mention the joy? Hey, fuck you! So it was just a kiss on the cheek! Yeah, I'm lame. But it was fun.
In other new, my roommate threw up all over the bathroom stalls. Corinna, remember Lena last year? This was worse. Dear jebus.
