Hubba hubba!

I went to a burlesque show last night called the Hubba Hubba Revue, San Francisco (at DNA Lounge).  Now, the San Francisco part is important, because this show's been going on forever in Oakland at the Uptown.  WTF, Oakland, how have you been hiding this awesome show from me since I got here??  I'm guessing it's because it's on Monday nights at the Uptown.  But what a way to start the week!

DNA Lounge is right down the street from Slims, a big live-show venue.  I've been to Slims many times to see punk shows -- it's one of those places with columns in the middle of the floor to hold the ceiling up.  I always expected someone to get smashed into one of those things in a circle pit.  Never happened.  Anyway, I never quite added DNA Lounge to my mental map.  There are three or four clubs on that same street, so they all kind of blended together for me.  DNA is pretty cool.  I've been there before, but don't remember for what...a new year's eve stop one night I think.  They've got bars on top and bottom floors, a coat check, some nibbles, and you can see the stage relatively well from pretty much anywhere.  If you ever, EVER get a hankering for seeing some lovely, busty ladies take their clothes off, I'd recommend Hubba Hubba (http://www.hubbahubbarevue.com/).

Okay, so that post-a-day thing didn't happen quite so much. I more posted my day-to-days on twitter (@ckstackhouse).  What can I say, America? I have a life!  Finding a computer to write a message? So over!  Logging in to Blogger to post via phone?  Why do it?  Blogs will soon become obsolete (yeah, I said it!) like Myspace or AltaVista or Facebook.  Face it, once your mom knew the word "blog" it was all doomed anyway.  Plus, as much as this blog would attempt to refute the point, I'm not great about committing things.  Maybe that's what this blog was all about in the first place.  I committed to something and come next week this time, I will have stuck it out.  Also come this time next week, I may be waking up on top of the three sailors I picked up at midnight.  We'll have to see, America.  We'll just have to wait and see.

Hipster ho!

I hung out with a friend of mine, M, and his roommates for the first time.  He lives in a super-cute house, very student-friendly (he's a grad student), and the people he lives with are responsible and employed.  There was a new kid, one that had moved in not too long ago, with a friggin' handle-bar mustache.  At first I was...skeptical to say the least.  But then we bonded over Firefly and originally being from the same area back east.  He has blue eyes, which I am not always a fan of, but we were in semi-low light so his pupils were HUGE, black with just a thin ring of iris color round the edges. He has blonde/reddish hair and gets kind of shy and awkward at the best moments.  He likes/works with bikes and coordinates rides all over the place. He claims he's not a hipster.  He's just a bike messenger type guy.  I am skeptical about this as well.

The sticky point, he's only 23.  He's a mature 23, but still.  So after I get over the very attractive fantasy of sex with a 23 year old, I realize if anything goes down he's gonna have to see my 30 year old body and deal with my 30 year old issues and life.  Would that be fair?  My crazy just gets crazier every day!

He sure is pretty, though.

I'm pretty stoked my fast is nearly over, so I can consider him as a prospect.  We'll have to see how it all shakes out. 

Oh snap. And along came a pretty young dude with a handle-bar mustache. More news when I'm behind my computer and not my phone. Sit tight, America.

It seems there's a glitch in the Matrix

My mobile posts aren't showing up here, it seems.  No worries, nothing particularly fun has happened since the last post, just work, work, work.  One of my friends continues to try to nudge me down the romantic path, but my mind is consistently elsewhere.  I'm also trying to figure out what to do on my birthday.  I have a big event I've been planning for work all day that day, so I hope I'll be up for debauchery.  Ha, who am I kidding, I'm always up for that!  Perhaps a new tattoo to commemorate The Fast year is in order, perhaps even a cover-up tattoo to reflect my evolving outlook on life.  I'm much less combative now than some of my artwork connotes, so I will probably hit up The Diving Swallow in Oakland and plan out what I want, then start saving up.   Artwork is expensive when you don't have "a guy" like I used to have in Santa Rosa.  I like the Diving Swallow -- all women tattoo artists to make it a comfortable atmosphere, a great emphasis on nature and Japanese style tattoos, and it's right up the street from one of my favorite bars, the Ruby Room.

I'll keep you updated, America.  Soccer season's in full swing.  Let's get out there and kick some grass!

Home stretch day 6

So, I thought I'd wait til something interesting happened to update the blog.  This has been a social-heavy week, going out every available weekend night and a couple during the week.  I'm consciously being more social, especially since I have my own place now, and I can always come home to a quiet space after being on walkabout all day.  I went with a friend to a delicious sushi place up the street called The Drunken Fish.  They have a billion different selections of sake and of course yummy food.  I'm a crunchy roll kind of girl -- love the shrimp.

I have a thing about introducing people to my favorite bar right now.  It's called Kona Lounge.  I went there last night with "my boys," some guys I used to do field work with.  Kona's a tiki bar, meaning it has a hula girl statue that really shakes her hips, (fake) thatched roofing and a lot of those tiki heads, like the amulet the Brady Bunch found when they vacationed in Hawaii.  Did I mention they have a volcano?  It spits smoke.  No virgins are sacrificed.  I'd been to this place before I lived within walking distance, and incidentally moved to place where it is super accessible.  I was pleasantly surprised, let me tell you.  If you're in the Oakland/Piedmont area, I'd consider it a must-visit.  Especially since the hugely awesome Mountain View Cemetery is just a little beyond it.  If I cared about dying, I'd want to be buried there.  I have almost been run over by deer in that part of town, so it's a bit of a magical spot -- deer in Oakland.

So the boy's night out was fun, all the good stuff, but last night I had a dream about one of my friends.  Sex dream.  I haven't had a sex dream in ages!  It's weird how in real life sex would be awkward and feel just a little not-right when with a friend for the first time, but in dreams all that is just gone.  If real life worked like that I'd probably have three husbands and a passel of kids by now.  My friends are awesome: strong, funny, relatively sensitive, quirky, all the things I like in a guy.  But they're my friends because I have to go down the romantic road within the first, maybe, month of knowing a person well, or else they are classified as friend forever.  If they try to kiss me at some random stage in our friendship it's going to feel like kissing my brother, if I had one.

Moral of the above story: men, if you are attracted to a woman, make it known early, even if you don't act on it right away.  Then, as she forms a sold opinion of you, and you of her, you can both be creating a romantic partner avatar in your heads.  Once the friend avatar is built, there can be conversion, but it's a much tougher road.

Home stretch, day two

Man, I am beat, America! Wednesdays are a tough haul for me--I drive somewhere around 100+ miles and have a back to back to back schedule. I entertained the idea of going to the gym. Then I realized I was too tired to move.

Rain. Lots of it. Gross.

I went out for some delicious sushi at the Drunken Fish last night. I love the bay area for its delicious food and just as delicious people. Both nourishing in their own ways.

A month to go

Dear Jesus.  One month left.  Never thought it'd happen.

I'm having a good time in therapy, feel like I've got myself the most together now than I have in a long time.  I'm actually feel as though I am emotionally ready for a relationship after I go on vacation for a couple weeks in April.  I'm a bit too frazzled from work at this moment, but a couple short breaks and I'll be ready to rock.

As for being physically ready for a relationship...soccer season begins again this weekend, so that'll help, but I'd like some definition in my belly before anyone sees me naked.  Currently trying out gyms, may go with 24 Hour Fitness and get a personal trainer, just for health and happiness in perpetuity, not just for this project.

From here on out, a short post a day.  It's excitement time, America.

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