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Jul. 14th, 2002 03:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
like_a_clownLast night, I went to a party with Sarah, and I was totally bored. She suggested that I go home, and I did. She came over at like 2:30, drunk off her ass, and crashed.
This morning, she was supposed to go to L.A. to meet a friend at LACMA, and then do her sales job and then go to a show in which her ex-bf was taking part. She was hung over, though, and hadn't left by 10:30. I decided to go--I'd been invited days ago--and went by to pick her up. We were three or four hours late to LACMA, and her firend was read to leave. But we walked around with her mom, and then I took her over to the sales job, which was all the way over by West L.A., Culver City, and the like. We kept getting lost; I think I spent a total of like 5 or 6 hours in cars today.
I was not allowed to sit in on the event. Neither were the other guys present. What to do? It turns out that the other guys (none of whom I had ever met) had been discussing visiting the soon-to-be-razed Hollywood Stars Bowling Alley, where the bowling scenes from The Big Lebowski were filmed.
We piled into a car and headed down to Santa Monica Boulevard and the 101. As we pulled into the lot, the cowboy from the movie (or a dead-on soundalike) came on the radio, reading an essay about how times were changing, using examples like the fact that meat comes in all these different kinds of fancy steaks now. So we walked in, and I bowled the second highest game I've ever bowled: a 194. I got the scopresheet printed out. I drank a White Russian. I had to buy socks. The guys were nice. It was good.
Then we went to Tito's Tacos just off Sepulveda near what I think was the 405 freeway. We were killing time before the women told us it was safe to come back, which they did, and we went. We sat around, munching on pizza and party snack food and the rest of everyone drinking beer and smoking pot. We traded stories and bullshitted, and it was really nice. Nearly everyone there knew each other from UCSD, but it was cool anyway; we all got on well.
And on the drive home, Sarah and I talked. I'm a bit pissed off now, and a bit disapointed. We're still dating, I suppose, but I just feel kinda bummed out about this turn of events...a bit frustrated, a bit annoyed, etc. I don't want to get into it, but basically the outcome is that we're going to be seeing less of each other. I'm not sure I'll be able to sustain interest, given some of the things that came out.
Then I went to Simones, where she, Tyler, and I discussed the ethics of music piracy, and the Jello Biafra band name list, and stuff. That was cool.
So all in all, a good day, even if not uniformly so, and even if I feel all pissy now. Man...dating sucks ass. Grrrr.
Richie: I have to go back to that bowling alley with you. It's cool, and I'd rather go with people I know.
This morning, she was supposed to go to L.A. to meet a friend at LACMA, and then do her sales job and then go to a show in which her ex-bf was taking part. She was hung over, though, and hadn't left by 10:30. I decided to go--I'd been invited days ago--and went by to pick her up. We were three or four hours late to LACMA, and her firend was read to leave. But we walked around with her mom, and then I took her over to the sales job, which was all the way over by West L.A., Culver City, and the like. We kept getting lost; I think I spent a total of like 5 or 6 hours in cars today.
I was not allowed to sit in on the event. Neither were the other guys present. What to do? It turns out that the other guys (none of whom I had ever met) had been discussing visiting the soon-to-be-razed Hollywood Stars Bowling Alley, where the bowling scenes from The Big Lebowski were filmed.
We piled into a car and headed down to Santa Monica Boulevard and the 101. As we pulled into the lot, the cowboy from the movie (or a dead-on soundalike) came on the radio, reading an essay about how times were changing, using examples like the fact that meat comes in all these different kinds of fancy steaks now. So we walked in, and I bowled the second highest game I've ever bowled: a 194. I got the scopresheet printed out. I drank a White Russian. I had to buy socks. The guys were nice. It was good.
Then we went to Tito's Tacos just off Sepulveda near what I think was the 405 freeway. We were killing time before the women told us it was safe to come back, which they did, and we went. We sat around, munching on pizza and party snack food and the rest of everyone drinking beer and smoking pot. We traded stories and bullshitted, and it was really nice. Nearly everyone there knew each other from UCSD, but it was cool anyway; we all got on well.
And on the drive home, Sarah and I talked. I'm a bit pissed off now, and a bit disapointed. We're still dating, I suppose, but I just feel kinda bummed out about this turn of events...a bit frustrated, a bit annoyed, etc. I don't want to get into it, but basically the outcome is that we're going to be seeing less of each other. I'm not sure I'll be able to sustain interest, given some of the things that came out.
Then I went to Simones, where she, Tyler, and I discussed the ethics of music piracy, and the Jello Biafra band name list, and stuff. That was cool.
So all in all, a good day, even if not uniformly so, and even if I feel all pissy now. Man...dating sucks ass. Grrrr.
Richie: I have to go back to that bowling alley with you. It's cool, and I'd rather go with people I know.
