Well, to start, I never got a ride home last night. Thus, I never went to work. I was going to call and let them know, but I fell asleep . . . So, I'm going to go in tomorrow and see if I still have a job there. Granted, I've wondered this the past two times I've done it. But . . . three strikes and you're out . . . we'll see, I guess . . .
And we come to tonight. Well, went with friends to the Old Market to eat before going to see "A Piece of My Heart" for acting class. Spaghetti Works was insanely busy, so we tried the Something, Something Brewery. Damn expensive. Too expensive. And the waitress smelled like fish. REAL bad. And we had to stuff our faces so we could get to the show in time.
So, we went to the show, and . . . it was phenomenal. It started out a little shakey, but by the end . . . wow. I've never cried at a play before. I just became so involved in the story emotionally, not like I ever have before. I was just in awe of every single performance. Particularly the male, because, well, he was the only guy in the cast and played some 15 - 20 roles. Absolutely amazing. It's performances like that one that make me want to be an actor.
Unfortunately, JohnCarl couldn't come into Omaha early to hang out, but I still wanted to see him, so I got Katrina and Scott to go to the Run with me. And I also got the strongest desire to kick Nick in the crotch really, really, really hard. To cause him the physical equilivant of the emotional pain he caused me. So, we went. Scott and Katrina didn't have money, so I went broke getting us all into the club. Sure enough, Nick was there, shirtless, making his way across the dance floor, bumping and grinding with nearly ever guy in his path. At first I made a point of not noticing him, but as he walked by me the first time, he squeezed me shoulder. And throughout the night, Katrina said he kept looking over at me. Well, suddenly, I didn't have the nerve to just go up to him and ram him in the nuts. It felt like I needed just one more reason, however small, to potentially remove his ability to have children. So, I waited. I waited for him to come to me. Scott and Katrina became impatient and kept telling me to go over to him and talk, but I couldn't.
He knew I was there. If I had gone over to him and initiated the conversation, I would be playing into his hands, just like I had those many, many months. It's what he wanted. He wanted ME to come to HIM. And I was going to be damned if I was going to play his fucking game. I ws going to dance, and wait for him to come to me. Then, I would let him have it. Time passed, he kept looking over, but never came over. He never strayed too far away either. At one point, I left to get some water. He followed and got water too. And stood directly next to me for what seemed like an eternity, obviously waiting for me to notice him. I never gave him the satisfaction. It must've really burned him for me to ignore him. At least, I hope to god it did. After an hour, Scott and Katrina were being whiny, and I had yet to see any sign of JohnCarl and was getting pretty tired myself. So, we left.
And here I am. $18 to meet a guy and obtain closure from another and neither happened. I'm not entirely sure what happened, exactly. It was . . . odd. *sigh* Life . . . could you get a little easier? Please?
Eric 10/26/2003 03:34:00 AM
