where no one knows our name but we wish they did

2009-04-30 1:46 p.m.

I miss Detroit Bar. Is that strange? To love some dodgy corner of a Costa Mesa parking lot so much that it hurts?

I'm exaggerating a bit there, but I really do love it.

For two and a half months there, it really felt like we were there every week. Now it feels like it's been two and a half months since we've been back. It's partially the fact that the booking has been lame lately. I can't wait for it to pick up in late May, early June. We could always go to the nights without a cover or karaoke. Christina, Ryan, take note. Put it in your google calendar or write it on your white board. We have to make it number eleven on this. Because you know the three of us will have a transnational sitcom or MTV reality show of our own someday. I would say transcontinental but I'm probably going to be an ex-patriate someday, as much as I hate the word and concept.

I made the Mama and the Papa decide between a career in Vietnam or a Vietnamese husband. They chose the career, and are self-assured with the delusion that if I work in Vietnam, I'll find someone there. Not going to happen.

Right now I'm talking to Christina on AIM and realizing a few more ridiculous demands I have for a boyfriend/fiancee/husband:

1. Must have near impeccable spelling and grammatical skills and never laugh when I beat myself up about my own mistakes. Some brutal copy editor's soul lives inside of me. Oh! It would be so fun to correct the Sunday paper together.
2. Must do either Sudoku or crosswords, bonus points if both. We could race!
3. Must not only indulge in my 14-year-old nerd boy tendencies (X-Men, LotR, the Matrix) but join me.

I'm trying really hard to mold Ryan to these standards since I have no straight men in my life. He'll never accomplish number one and doesn't have the patience for number two. But I think he finds number three endearing, and I'm taping red paper to the insides of his wayfarers for the midnight showing of X-Men Origins tonight. I spent most of last night trying to decide who I would dress up as. I refuse Jubilee, just because that's too predictable. I think I'll be Gambit; I'll throw on a trench coat and bring a deck of cards to throw at people in the theatre. A few of us are marathoning the second and third one later today. Can't wait!

c teh t: i could be psylocke but shes mannish
c teh t: and slutty
seijinokuma: hehe
seijinokuma: she's hot
seijinokuma: and a smoking body
seijinokuma: i dont think u can do it

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