Today started out with my being woken up to go to class with NathanRepo. Being that it was many hours before the time I normally woke up, this did not bode well. I am a very nocturnal person, and natural light does not agree with me.

We got to our college and I stalked DatingAJew to his class, catching up with him. We were friends back when I was in high school, but recently lost contact. Since he's now attending my college, I'm very excited, and we spent the walk to his class catching up.

After that, I booked it to the lower level to find Oz, the girl I adopted my sophomore year. Much glomping and glee ensued, and I was very excited to have found two people I thought I'd lost to adulthood.

The rest of the day consisted of DatingAJew, me, Oz, and a few other people sitting in chairs in the college cafeteria, around a space where a table probably should have been but wasn't, swapping stories and being crazy college students. The best quote, by far, of the entire time was

some guy: Okay, everyone say how long it's been since you got laid. Go. -points to Oz-
Oz: ...twelve months.
me: Uh, -checks someone's cell phone- about twelve hours.
Oz: -glares- I hate you, mom.

After that, NathanRepo and I departed campus to go play DnD with Pavi, FuckingMoaners, PipeCleanerPenis, CannonFodder, Bodyguard and Beardface. Suffice to say, hilarity ensued.

But the real highlight of this entry is what happened afterward, when NathanRepo, Bodyguard and I were on our way to NathanRepo's house. His car died. And when I say car, I mean that this thing is nearly as old as Pavi and Everyman. And when I say car, I mean Jeep. So, a fucking ton of steel just died about half a mile from the nearest gas station.

Half a mile is not that far on foot. Half a mile is not that far crawling. Half a mile is very, very far when there are only two people pushing and one steering. Half an hour after we started pushing, we had a Good Samaritan stop and offer to buy us gas. Naturally we accepted, and our thighs and shoulders thanked us for it.

After another fifteen minutes or so, he came back with a can of gas, and we gassed up and went on our way, with profound thanks for our Savior.

Best part?

He had a headlight out.

This has nothing to do with the rest of the entry, but today I was accused of going into the "way-back machine" because I said that there was no Dana, only Zuul. I feel so dated.

I think I'm incapable of having a healthy relationship with a guy. I have perfectly fine relationships with MtFs, FtMs, and other berdache. I have a few faint friendships with fags, and a complicated relationship with a very metrosexual man, but I do not have a man with whom I have a simple, uncomplicated, healthy relationship.

I have my Twin, with whom I am pretty co-dependant. I don't think either of us likes it very much, but we do depend on one another, and when he goes into the military, I am going to be lost. We also had a love-hate (more like inseperable-loathing) relationship for the first seven years of our friendship. I don't think that qualifies.

I have my relationship NathanRepo, which could be its own series of entries by itself. Firstly, he's a heterosexual male and I'm a woman-inclined person with gender issues. Any involvement beyond friendship is going to be complicated beyond normal relationship issues, and I think I can safely say we've passed the "just friends" stage.

Then there is the MtF I'm madly in lust with, who definitely doesn't count because she's female.

My father is estranged, my grandfather is an oldschool Irishman who could never accept all of who I am, the man who I grew up calling "Dad" is too unreliable to have a real relationship with, and the rest of my friends are chicks. (This entry could just as easily be about how I can't have a healthy relationship with women if not for Shilo, with whom I have a pretty healthy, simple friendship).

Sometimes I wonder if it's just me that can't seem to have decent friendships/relationships, and then I listen to a friend vent about their tangled weave. I can only hope that there are people in the world for whom this isn't the status quo, because it is very depressing to think that only having fucked up relationships is the human condition.

What about you, annonymice? Do you have any simple relationships?

First and foremost, before you get your hopes up, let me tell you this: I did not get laid opening night. Trust me, I am just as disappointed as you are, even moreso because the evening had such potential.

Twice that night I had AmberSweet in my lap, straddling my hips. We're such a tight-knit group that was her being on top of me was not thought odd. Thank the goddess for small favors. Also, at some point backstage, Faceman grabbed both AmberSweet and I, making us into a small but very close lump of sexy. That combined with some not-particularly-subtle things Faceman had said earlier in the night (noteably: "AmberSweet's kitchen island is open") got my hopes up that maybe my opening night lay would be with the two of them. First potential encounter.

[Sidenote: we had a particularly funny quote of the night. Our Bodyguard and Shilo were all over each other all throughout our downtime. I don't mean they were as bad as Faceman and AmberSweet, but there was definitely some being-on-laps and some where-the-fuck-did-they-go. During Zombieland, a bunch of the cast were sitting in the front row, watching the movie because really, what the fuck else were we going to do? It started out with at least six of us, including myself, Bodyguard, Shilo, Everyman and Pavi. At some point the rest of the cast left the theatre, leaving the seating order as follows: Everyman, Bodyguard + Shilo, then me. Realizing that Bodyguard and Shilo were curled up together as best they can be with the seats they were in, I lean forward and stage-whisper to Everyman: "Psst! I've got a secret. Come with me so I can tell you." He obligingly follows me and we go out into the lobby. Once we're out of the theatre, I tell him, "here's my secret: we were cockblocking." Not the best quote of the weekend, but certainly the best quote of the night.]

Later that night, when we opened up the theatre and were finally admitting people into our pre-show rave, I was working security at the door. "Working security" at a midnight show like that typically involves patting people down and trying to be as professional as possible about it. Naturally, I was in my element. Every woman that came in got checked by me, all the guys by Everyman, and I offered everyone a greeting and a chance to buy some Zydrate (that is, a glowstick). I sold quite a few (though Shilo sold more, that bitch), and one girl bought three, something I was particularly happy about.

At some point it was decided that some of the cast should be onstage raving (a brilliant idea, actually), and I left the Z(ydrate) to Shilo, asking her to work in my place. I got up on stage with AmberSweet and MagMarni (I had to teach the both of them how to rave, incidentally), but they soon got offstage and I was left by myself. Not particularly wanting to rave by myself, I called into the rave crowd for a lady partner, and who should answer the call but the girl who bought three glowsticks? I took her hand to help her up the very narrow stairs, and was quite surprised to find that she didn't let go of my hand when she got up there. We danced through at least two songs, but I had to go check Z sales and bid the lady adieu. Seeing as a few of her friends were working concessions that night, she was likely going to be there even through the post-show hobnobbing, and I made a mental note to talk to her after the show. Second potential encounter.

The second-to-last scene in the movie is me by myself, working with a prop that the troupe doesn't actually own. Naturally, this is a problem, but I decided that I would distract the audience by stripping. This worked wondefully (people that go to midnight shows love nudity, even if it's only partial nudity considering I was covered by my sexycorset), and the entire front row of assumedly legal girls was going apeshit. I don't actually know how many more potential encounters that happened to be, but let's be safe and say I was up to five.

After the show, I go to talk to some of the girls who had been eyeballing me throughout the show, only to see Rabbit. I made some polite excuse to the girls and went to talk to Rabbit. Between talking with Rabbit and being dead-tired, I didn't end up flirting with any of the Repo!-goers, nor did I manage to hitch a ride home with Faceman and AmberSweet to take advantage of the kitchen island.

Fuck my life.

The rest of the weekend went much better. After going to NathanRepo's with Bodyguard, I slept like a rock, and the next day we went to Rising. (Rising is a Live-Action Survival Horror game in which you get a footlong padded stick and get to beat people dressed up like zombies. Suffice to say the male portion of our cast was all over that like white girls on an NBA player). Joining us were Pavi, Faceman, RottiLargo CannonFodder, Everyman, Everyman's brother, and two of Everyman's brother's friends.

[Looking back, considering how much of the cast was there, Rising was more or less the unofficial cast party. Due to lack of location we didn't get to have an official cast party, much to our disappointment.]

After a good three hours of killing zombies (I managed to survive the scenario, and now have a very nifty .22 bullet that says RISING on it), NathanRepo and I dropped off Bodyguard, Pavi, Everyman and CannonFodder at Bodyguard's house so they could go to FuckingMoaners' house, and NathanRepo and I headed to a party at DD-MagMarni's apartment. (DD is another theatre troupe that does Repo!).

It being a costume party, I was in costume as Graverobber sans white makeup, and NathanRepo was in costume as a generic doctor. I had a bag of Z in my coat, in the hopes that someone would buy Z, or that I could at least have a visual prop to advertise for our next show (Black Friday, in case some of you reallife stalkers want to go). I'm pretty baseline as Graverobber as far as being attractive goes, so keep that in mind as you read.

We made it to DD-MagMarni's house in a reasonable amount of time, to find the party in full swing. In attendance were DD-Shilo, DD-Bodyguard, DD-Everywoman, DD-Nathan, and a few people whom I had never met and later classified as TheGreek, Mudkipz, EatAtJos, ZWhore, BurlyDoc and DrunkGirl. The liquor was flowing freely, the costumes were interesting but not particularly inventive, and Repo! was showing on DD-MagMarni's TV.

Being that we had nearly an entire cast of Repo! between the two theatre troupes that were there, of course we had a Repo! singalong, and because we had vocalists of every range in attendance (let me note here that NathanRepo and DD-MagMarni are trained singers of baritone and soprano range, respectively, and I'm trained to sing tenor/alto), it was a truly enjoyable experience. I don't get much of a chance to sing with people who know what they're doing, and as a result I ended up having more wine than I had planned to, because I like the effect wine has on my voice.

[More wine than I planned to translated to one glass, by the way. Hey, it was good wine, I hadn't eaten much, I had a show the night before, and I had just gotten back from three dehydrating hours of zombie killing. Also, I'm a bit of a lightweight. Suffice to say, I was a little loose-tongued.]

NathanRepo is actively chasing DD-MagMarni, so every time she and I ended up talking, I would try to deflect her to NathanRepo. I am very fond of DD-MagMarni (see the rest of this entry for details as to just how fond), but I respect that NathanRepo is interested in her, and at that point I didn't really think she was my type. How wrong I was.

Anyway, I ended up talking to the rest of the DD troupe a lot (DD-Nathan, DD-Everywoman, DD-Shilo, and DD-Bodyguard), and because they're very fun people, it was an interesting experience. Watching DD-Shilo was particularly interesting, because she was past 'three sheets to the wind' stage of drunk, and being a naturally affectionate person already, she was all over people. To illustrate, one conversation went something like this:
DD-Shilo: Heeeeey! How have you been? -hugs tightly and forgets to let go because she's drunk-
Recepient of the hug: Uh, I've been okay, DD-Shilo. -motions behind her back for her fiancee DD-Bodyguard-
DD-Bodyguard: -watches with an "it's okay, she does this all time" look on his face-

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying she was coming onto people, just that she's a very sweet, very affectionate person, and it was funny watching people react to what probably seemed to them to be her coming onto them. Also, I think I'm rather in love with DD-Everywoman. She's an amazing person and a flirt, albeit a solidly married one.

[Quote of that particular night: BurlyDoc: "I like sex and all, but I also like cuddling with someone. I find that I crave that more than the actual sex. -looks to me for my input-" me: "-laughs- Not me, man. I'd rather fuck you than kiss you.". I do enjoy kissing people (I am a gigantic fan of making out), but if it's not going anywhere, or it's not just after something that went somewhere, I'm not interested, most of the time. At least not with men. Runner-up quote: DD-Everywoman: "Once the tongue comes out, it's serious."]

As with every party, someone passed out (the unfortunate girl in question being DrunkGirl), and that marked the winding-down phase of the party. The DD troupe (except, of course, for the hostess DD-MagMarni) left when DD-Shilo was unable to move without support from DD-Bodyguard, and the population of the party was cut roughly in half.

We had a few good debates as we all sobered up, and by this point I was quite aware that I was attracted to DD-MagMarni, and that she was attracted to me while sober. Before that party, all I knew about her was that she had good taste in wine and sang opera, which is enough to get NathanRepo hot and bothered, but neither one is particularly attractive to me. Throughout the course of the night I was given many things to be attracted to, not the least of which being that she has a good vocabulary and is pretty actively bisexual. Definitely a turn-on for the transman with a hard-on for proper English.

After the debates, most of us were sober enough to stagger home and enough people filtered out that it was just me, NathanRepo, DD-MagMarni, ZWhore, and DrunkGirl, who didn't count because she was passed out in DD-MagMarni's bed. [ZWhore was a really mellow guy who had been flirting with me all night by stealing my Z and hiding it in inventive places in his clothing. I wasn't really interested in him, but it was a fun game to play.]

At some point we all collapsed into a lump on DD-MagMarni's futon, with me lying across ZWhore, NathanRepo's head on ZWhore's lap, and DD-MagMarni curled up to my chest. I think I've made it pretty clear to all of you, internet annonymice, that I could really use some girl-on-me action, and considering I had a beautiful woman lying next to/on top of me, I'm quite surprised that I managed to hold a reasonable fascimile of a conversation.

After a bit of us lying on her futon, our generous hostess pleaded exhaustion, and she and I retired to her room, leaving the boys to share the futon. (Don't get any funny ideas, annonymice, remember that DrunkGirl was still passed out in that bed. I'm just as disappointed as you are). I woke up the next morning to DD-MagMarni getting out of bed, and a fuzzy memory of being spooned by DrunkGirl before she got up and left in the wee hours of the morning.

NathanRepo, DD-MagMarni and I chilled in her living room until she had somewhere to be, and in that span of time, the quote of the weekend was spoken: DD-MagMarni: "I love threesomes. Especially when another girl is involved."

She was completely serious, and looking directly at me when she said it. I needed a towel.

And, leaving out only the many hours of sleep on Sunday, was my weekend. I didn't get laid on opening night, I didn't get any action at DD-MagMarni's party (except for DD-Shilo feeding me a Reeses, which I'm not counting because she was pretty much floored and therefore not at all serious), and I'm currently exhausted and dreading NaNoWriMo, but you know what? This was the best weekend I've ever had.

How did your Halloween '09 go, annonymice?

[Edited To Add: I didn't go trick-or-treating for the first time ever this Halloween, and it feels like a milestone. I would have thought that this would be a depressing milestone, but it's actually pretty okay. I had a good time even without gorging myself on candy.]