On Thursday, I begged off from my date. About mid-day, it became clear to me that I was probably going to have to work late and that I had waaaaaay too much to do at home (regular laundry, read the books I checked out of the library, relax, bathe and shave everywhere for the show, launder my costumes, etc.) so I called off and told the Chickies that they should come instead to Bellydancer's karaoke birthday party.
Good plan.
Then on Thursday night I did a TON of stuff. I got all my laundry done, I had a relaxing evening reading the autobiography of Marianne Faithfull I checked out of the library (finally got my fines paid. Never again will I check out videos and not return them!), and I bought some new Burt's Bees bath oil (if I could afford the whole line of everything they make, man, I would have it. their products rule)--and finally moisturized my back adequately. This is a sidenote, but it is extremely difficult to moisturize your back by yourself and I have extremely dry skin on my back for some reason. I had been looking for some kind of really natural bath oil to put in my bath and Burt's had something lemon-avocado-almond oil in the display at Ghetto CVS.
I also washed my costumes on Thursday. This is s huge undertaking, so I only do it once every few times I wear them. But I realized Thursday morning that I had not yet laundered them and they were covered in the cheap pink body glitter (the one that smelled like sweet tarts) that I was sure made me have an allergeric reaction at the Beast Women benefit. I broke out in itchy bumps after that benefit (which was two weeks ago now) and they are only now starting to go away. But yes, hand-laundered the unmentionables and then I made good headway on the Marianne Faithfull book. She is amazing.
Yesterday, I went to work and then had my second-to-last Summer Friday. Sad about that, but I have been maximizing this summer, so I do not feel badly about it ending. After work, I went to get a massage (at this cheap place in Wicker Park. It was amazing. I got my poor sore back, neck, shoulders (and the rest of my) rubbed down for an hour. It definitely went too fast, but it made me remember why I used to get them every few months. And this place is so cheap, I think I can do it twice a month. Definitely worth the $50 I paid.
Then Poetess came over and we hung out until she went to get Doodle. Then we all ate dinner and went to the show. SO GOOD. Neither one of us was particularly stoked for last night before the show, but I think after we were all pretty excited. Poetess and I drank a bottle of white wine (from the bottle. We are pure class) after we performed. The rest of the performers were amazing and there was actually a great audience.
On that note, I am totally crushing OUT on one of the producers. It's a bad scene, as she is a straight chick (or so I suspect.), but she's so fucking hot and amazing that I think I am in for a tortured crush period. I think I won't pine, but maybe just try to be friends. Poetess thinks that most straight women are gay enough after a few drinks. So maybe there's some convincing that can be done. She is, bar none, the butchest make-up wearing straight woman ever. I mean, the whole deal--layered hair, tons of bad-ass eyeshadow, and then cargo pants, boots and a button down. It's kind of a hot mix. I followed her around last night, inviting her outside to smoke and being my most charming self as I attempted to crack her up. She really likes my work, so there is definitely hope about the friendship.
But speaking of that, the other producer chick (who is definitely the femme top in that relationship) is bringing her hot gay Swedish lady friend to the show tonight. She was like, "JT, I have someone for you to meet. It's my friend, HotSwedish!" then she told me a story about her hotness. (They used to go out to the bars and pretend that ProducerChick was non-English-speaking, because apparently HGS has an accent--and the dudes would just send over the shots over and over). Anyway, I was like, "Why do you want me to meet her? Is she gay or do you just want to introduce me to more hot straight women that I can pine over?" She laughed really hard. HGS is gay.
And then and then and then...After the show and the after-reception for opening night (where I met a ton of great performers and their kith and kin), I went to Bellydancer's birthday party and the Chickies showed up (really late--I was there for two hours) and we all hung out for a while then went to their house.
(There were free drinks at the karaoke place, too. The owner got me a beer and so did some old dude at the bar. He (the owner) might try to do some burlesque stuff there. I gave him my contact info. Maybe we can work something out.)
So, I went trouping over to Edgewater (to a studio apartment. Where three girls live. Man.) very, very close to the apartment where I lived when I first moved to Chicago. And basically, there was lots of making out and doin' it. It was fun. There was a lot of bodies and arms and legs and skin. I felt really non-self-conscious (which felt surprising to me) and there was a lot of sense of teamwork and taking turns. It was very lesbian in that way. Like the Collective mentality applied to group sex. It was awesome.
Sidenote: My hand still smells like girl. Yum. Hot. I am such a perv for that smell.
Sidenote 2: One of the Chickies had her whole hand inside me last night. I was scared that maybe that was only possible with my last lover, but now it is confirmed. I guess that once you go there, it's pretty easy to go there again. Good news.
Sidenote 3: The Chickies--fantastic in the sack. Individually and together. Enthusiastic. Fun. Funny.
I left there finally around 5:30 AM. And as I was driving home, I saw that the sun was starting to peek its hot pinkness over the Lake. Now, I have never seen the sun rise over the Lake (and it is something that I always wanted to do, ever since I was about 16 and realized that the sun DID rise over the Lake). So I pulled over at Wilson and went to the beach.
I was sitting there watching the sun rise (I took this photo and sent it to Poetess at 6 AM this morning.) and I met some 19 year old boys who were tripping on something (they told me what it was, but I had never heard of the nickname that they referred to it by). It was an interesting moment. Two of them both had the same first name as one of the Chickies. Weird. I told them about sleeping with two girls (something I had always wanted to do) and watching the sun rise (another thing I had always wanted to do.)
Then one of them tried to kiss me. He cupped my chin in his palm. I gently pushed him away on his shoulder (it would have been fun probably, but I was kissed out and he was 19 for fucksake. And he had three friends with him. I will not make out with four boys. MAYBE one if I like him, but only if he is a man and there is dinner involved) and shook my head and said, "No, sweetheart. I am a lesbian."
He was like, "Really? For real?" I was like, "Yep. Have been for probably as long as you have been alive." Weird moment, but something I will not likely forget. Thank goodness he took no for an answer. That could have been a little dangerous.
But I always manage to get out of these scrapes with minimal damage.
Anyway, after that, the sun had risen as much as I wanted to see (and I didn't want to keep hanging out with DruggieBoys) so I went home. I devoured the leftover pasta from dinner and went to bed for about six hours.
The End.
I cannot wait to see what tonight's show holds. I invited the Chickies and there is HGS coming. I can't believe that it's just Saturday afternoon. It feels like I already had a whole weekend packed into one day. Guess that's what happens when you stay up for 23 hours. I had not done that in YEARS.
My new roommate, by the way, is introducing me to music that I have heard of but never really listened to before--Morcheeba, Poe, and Beth Horton are on the docket this afternoon. Very cool. I like her and her CD collection. As long as she continues to like the 'hood, it might be the start of something great.
Okay, must go now and wash my hair (no kidding. It is greasy as fuck from the bath oil bath and then the massage) and get ready for tonight.
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