Sunday, October 03, 2004
Ah, a little blessed alone time. It's great to spend time with friends and boyfriends, but there's drama with that too, and right now I'm just watching the Red Sox postgame, not having to deal with what anyone else thinks. I can yell at Caron and Eckersley if I want.
As expected, Kate was all about the debate on Friday night. She was awfully serious about it. I mean, sure, it's the potential leader of the free world we're talking about, but if you can't be amused by someone imitating John Kerry's performance by going "brrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains...", well, c'mon, that's funny.
Anyway, there was a lot of talking politics at dinner Friday. By Kate, at least. Never really pegged Dennis for being political, but he kept up with her. But, they've been seeing each other for seven months, and I've been seeing her doing stuff Dennis likes enough, so it makes sense. I kind of felt left out, since Doug was into it, although, not so anti-Bush as the rest.
So, we ate, went out dancing, I went back to Doug's. Fun night. Then we go out for breakfast, hang around most of the day. Just sitting around, watching the ballgame, talking about nothing. Pretty nice, but we sort of got stir-crazy, and opted to head out even if there was another game on.
Doug says there's an improv show he'd like to check out, so we go there. We figure it's going to be late, and the subway might not still be running by the time we get out, so we take the car. I tell him I'll get tickets and meet him at the bar and he goes to park the car.
I've only been there a couple of minutes when I get a tap on my shoulder. I turn around, all hey, handsome, only to see it's not Doug, but Kurt. I stammer a bit, but he just laughs it off, calls the bartender over and orders a couple Sam Adamses, unless I've changed my drink of choice? No, it'll take more than a new brain and physiology to do that. He asks what I've been up to since the wedding, I tell him about the new job, he says it's great, not as good as what I should have, but way closer to it than waiting tables.
Then Doug comes in and the temperature of the room drops a couple degrees. He asks Kurt what he's doing there, he says something like "seeing comedy, duh". Then Doug wants to know what was with the beer, he said he just saw a friend and bought her a drink, and what of it?
I really should step in, because, you know, it really had the potential to go in an ugly direction. But I didn't. Because, and this disturbs me, I was enjoying the show. I mean, it was like a couple of peacocks spreading their tails and trying to claim territory. With me as that territory. And I suppose I should be insulted at being treated like an object or a prize or something, but, I know these guys, and I know I'm not just an object to them. It's kind of a cool feeling to be held in that amount of esteem. Fortunately, the show started and Doug steered us to the other side.
Good show, but the one beforehand sort of stuck with me. This morning, after the sunday morning movie club thing, I asked Kate if that was normal; did regular girls enjoy guys fighting over them?
Not that they were actually fighting, I said. Kurt was never acting like he had any claim on me and Doug was just annoyed, really - the last time he saw Kurt, it was the night of the party and he was being an ass about me having been Martin, and now acting like he's cool with everything. It's not some triangle deal.
Anyway, Kate says you don't usually talk about it, and not everyone likes it, but, yeah, it's a bit of a rush sometimes. As long as it's about you, she says it's cool, but that I probably know from the other side that it can stop being about the girl pretty quick. I admitted that's true enough, with a little shame. But, it was just one chance meeting, so it's not like this is going to be a regular thing.
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