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10:04AM - Wednesday May 5, 2004 So last night Kryptonite went out for his usual pub night, and I went down to the Split Crow pub for the AEPG Meet and Greet, which was small but fun. I had kind of a melancholy day yesterday, I was unmotivated, kinda bummed out, so I thought getting out for greasy pub food would be the cure-all. There was only a few of us, and we had a raucous good time. Mermaid drove me home, I watched Law&Order: SVU with Butch, and came back to my computer in time to chat with Kryptonite a bit post-pub/pre-bedtime. Here's where it got a little weird. I think I'm invited down to his hometown for a party, that may or may not happen, sometime during the annual Apple Blossom Festival. He gave me dire warnings about how he would be different, on autopilot, his behaviour erratic if he drank too much booze--he even recommended I bring a buddy down with me. I was feeling a little uneasy, so I told him that I really didn't need to see him that spectacularly drunk, and that was that. I mean, I know it happens, and that it's about hte only thing to do at a party in a small town because dude, I've been there. Ahem. However. I don't need that kind of crap in my life. We're going to discuss the whole thing this weekend when he's up. I guess his friends are all curious about me, seeing as we've been dating so long and he's only come to visit me in the city, so they want to throw a pirate-themed party. But, he said he did what he does best--made no promises and bullied them a little. How, I don't know, but we'll see what happens. He's scored us another place to crash that isn't his parent's place--I don't know if I'll be meeting them or what. I have no idea. Damn Sagittarians. I need to plan! So, I'm curious, tentatively excited, and a little worried. Heh. I think I'm more worried about meeting his friends than his parents. Parents always love me after they get over all the metal in my face and tattoos and weird hair. I'm sweet and polite and everything. Friends are the ones you have to worry about. I know he's a strong person and wouldn't let them give me any shit, but the fact of the matter is, if someone's friends don't like you, it makes life hard. Isn't this retarded? I'm worried I might not fit into his group of small town friends. I've never fit with a group of small town friends, ever. I grew up in a small town, a village really, and I have tons of practice not fitting in. I'm just going to be myself. I think I'm still a little insecure about my weight sometimes, and how I will be perceived by people who aren't used to lots of body modification. Do I really still care that people might be whispering, "Kryptonite's girlfriend has a HUGE ASS! What's he doing with her?" Maybe they'll all think he's the luckiest guy on earth because he has a bellydancer girlfriend, and we have muscles where nobody thought girls had any. Heh. And also piercings. And dude, I'm a geek. And gorgeous. Shit, he is the luckiest guy on earth. He's got me, and I rock. I'm going to go now and turn the jeans that keep falling off me because they're too big and turn them into a totally cute skirt. Comment over here.
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