2003-05-13 - 10:27 a.m.

This is the second part of an entry. If you would like to read the beginning then go to older entries.

5/10.2003 continued

I’m sitting out on the grass with Diego and we’re lamenting about our loneliness. We talk about wanting girl friends. I’ve said it before I’ll say it again; I’m a relatively monogamous person. I like to have someone to depend on that I can be intimate with. To get to know everything about. I’m an information junkie and knowing every secret about someone is a turn on for me. That sort of information usually comes from learning through a relationship. Plus, if I have a girlfriend I’m more likely to get pussy more often. Just once would be more often than what I’m getting now.

Diego and I talk about the different ethnicities of woman that we have dated. I’ve never dated a blonde haired blue eyed woman, although I have blonde hair and blue eyes. I’ve messed around with an Irish brunette, an Irish red head, a French Canadian brunette, a Croatian girl with light-brown hair, a chicana with dark hair, an Italian brunette, an African American, a raven haired Arab, a dark haired Mexican, and a light-brown haired Jewish girl. But never a blonde and never an Asian girl. There are blank spots on my checklist that I need to get to. Diego has had every flavor except for Middle Eastern.

But now we have nothing. We look over at the NOW table and Diego talks about his jealousy toward his friend Adam because he is dating Amanda. I look at them and they seem so happy. They’ve been dating for three months. Diego doesn’t want to date Amanda; he’s just jealousy of the warm body and the affection that Adam has available to himself. I’m also envious.

Diego leaves and I walk over to another stage. There are a bunch of college girls wearing butterfly wings. They talk to me because they are curios about the pogo stick. One of them tries it out. A guy tries it out. Before he hops on he asks if it will handle his weight of 200 pounds. I tell him to be gentle. It turns out the group is from San Diego. They are looking for some circus act type performers to help out with their show. This guy starts playing the guitar and singing. Another guy starts playing a small bongo drum. The group of girls dance around. I pogo a little bit off to the side but it isn’t nearly as interesting as the girls dancing around like they still have the taste of hallucinogens on their tongue.

A little kid that must weigh 40 pounds wants to hop on the stick. I let him climb on then I hold the stick in place and I bounce it myself because he doesn’t weigh enough to move the spring. The kid keeps telling me to let go because he thinks he’s doing it on his own. Even at 4 years old mankind does not know his limitations. I let go and the kid starts to fall so I grab the stick again. His father is watching so I don’t want to fuck up and get the dad mad, but the kid is a greedy fucker and won’t let go of my pogo.

I see Ansalm from my poetry class. I talk to him for a moment. He’s on the sound crew of the stage. I walk around the crowd and make to the main quad. On my way I see this one guy that attends alternative film club. His girl friend always talks about my crazy variety of shoes. I have no idea what his name is. He never calls me by mine so I don’t feel guilty. The next time I see him I will ask.

I walk over to wear a bunch of drummers are playing and I pogo a little bit. A guy comes over and wants to pogo also. He’s a little weird and over eager but he can pogo with no hands. Every time he does it though. He falls off after a few bounces and the stick hits him in the legs. He quits after he takes it in the balls. I practice without any hands and after a few minutes I can do it.

I walk over by the stage and an old guy wants to Pogo. He’s not that good and keeps asking kids that are hullahooping to move. I give the guy a minute then take my stick back being he’s being a prick to the kids.

Over by the booths again I see Ashley (Ashbobash). I don’t say hello to her. I’ve only talked to her once a long time ago after I got drunk at Chris’ first party of the year. Her, Dan, and I ended up wandering through a park yelling and then Ashley and I eventually puked together. I spent that night in Dan’s apartment. The first of many nights I would spend in Dan’s apartment; sleeping and sobering up.

I walked around and saw an old friend of mine Mike H. from American River College. I saw him many months ago working at Tower Records. That was September. He was walking with Vanessa, the editor of One Drop. I told Mike that Vanessa thinks he should write more poetry. It amused us all that we knew each other. Mike had read my poem "Horny Homogenization (i.e. America)" a few does ago. I hung out with Mike in 1999. He almost got me a job at Tower Records, but I got hired at Ben & Jerry’s that summer. So Vanessa realized a little bit that this is how I am. I’m just a political sex fiend. I’ve been this way for years.

A group of ten-year-old boys come up and ask if they can pogo. One kid says that his record is 3133 pogo hops. I ask how he had time for that. He says he has nothing better to do in the summer. This kid can go forever without any hands. He can hop several feet in the way. He has mastered the art of the pogo. The other kid talks to me about how he wears stilts. He’s trying to master the ones that are strapped on. This guy he heard about has worn stilts for three years straight, he only takes them off to sleep and shower. I think about the hassle it must be for him to piss in a urinal. The other kid hops on the pogo. He’s good, but not as good as the 3133 kid. The father of one of the boys stops by and says they have to go soon. The boys look over at this couple that have been walking around making out. Ihsan talked about them also. He said he was attracted to the girl, but she was passionately kissing a girl that wasn’t wearing a shirt. The couple are pretty people that don’t look like the whole earth festival crowd. But the two ten year old boys say that they must be wasted. Then they watch as the guy puts his hand on the girls ass and raises her skirt so it is obvious that she is wearing a thong. The boys laugh and say the couple should get a room. They thank me for letting them pogo and leave. This one kid has been watching off from the side twenty-five feet away. He’s being a little timid, unlike the other pair. The other pair were definitely pampered Davis suburbanite kids that will grow to attend a university and invest in NASDAQ one day. The timid kid needs me to ask him if he wants to pogo. As soon as I ask he says he does. He’s never done it before, much like myself until 4/30.2003. I give him pointers on how to mount it and encouragement. It usually takes people a few attempts to get comfortable. Eventually he gets so he hops six times and he is happy with that. His Dad thanks me and they leave.

I have to table for KDVS at Espresso Roma tonight. I walk down stairs to see if there is anything I need to bring, but no one is down there so I walk to my car. Then I drive to espresso Roma and sit down. It is exactly 8 O’clock when I show up. Nothing is going on. I see a girl with wavy blonde hair sitting down that looks familiar. Nothing is going on so I leave. I drive to baker’s Square and back in to park. I walk back to Whole Earth to see what is still going on. A band is playing, which is good, because earlier this guru guy was talking and he seemed really boring. He stopped while he spoke and we had to wait while he thought of something to say. "I’m boring. Ahhhhhh I’m boring. [breath… breathe out] I’m still boring." Its getting dark and I don’t see anything going on. I walk over to near the design building and still, nothing going on. As I walk back to the quad a little red haired boy asks me "what’s that?" I assume he means the pogo stick I have draped across my back. I tell it’s a pogo stick and ask him if he wants to hop on it. He is way too small but it is the same deal as before. I hold it in place and he hops up and down and smiles and laughs. I guess this is better than dressing as the Ku Klux Klown because the odds are I wouldn’t be bringing as many smiles to as many people’s faces – I would just be causing that "what the fuck is going on" stare. [In proof that I do way to much shit for other people without getting nearly enough pussy or cash I would later see the same family with the red head on Monday. The kid would grab the handle of the door at Ben & jerry’s, wanting ice cream, and the parents would drag the kid away. I’m sure if they would could in we will have a lot of smiles and maybe I’d get a nice tip, but that doesn’t happen. They go to jamba juice and get smoothies. How fitting, Whole Earth Festival hasn’t even been over for 24 hours and its attendees are already buying Styrofoam.]

I walk over to see if Wavy is still around but he’s gone.

I go to delta Venus to see what is going on. There is a lot of people but it isn’t like last night. There is a band set up and the people look like an older crowd. I buy a beer. Faith is behind the counter and she actually cards me. She knows I am 22. I have told that I am 22 outside of Delta while we were drinking and dancing at the Turtle house. I have purchased beer from her before several times. She’s never seen my ID but she has talked to me while her co-workers, that I don’t know as well, have checked my ID. But I show it to her. Maybe she just wanted to look at my picture. I’m fat and dumb in my photo, 40 pounds heavier than I am now. Maybe she just wants to give me a hard time.

I think of a haiku I want to write on the bath room walls.

If we want world peace

Then everybody pogo

And sing Marvin Gaye

I wait in line for the bathroom. I sit down for a moment and a girl that I have talked to before but don’t know where or when talks to me about my stick. The line is too long and I lost my place when I sat down so I leave.

I call Chris to see what he is doing. I tell him about the party at the Co-ops tonight. I call up Dan and leave him a message about the party on his machine. I drive over to his place and he is playing a Star Wars Video game and watching Back to the Future 1. I watch him kill some stuff on the screen then he ends the game. We sit and watch the movie for a bit. We talk about what a great movie it is. It’s no godfather but there is something about the movie that allows people to watch it over and over again. We know what is going to happen and we are waiting for it. Which is ironic because the film is about time travel and knowing what is going to happen but not being able to wait for it. Chris’ favorite line is "Great Scott." I’, partial to the line, "Smooth move McFLy" because it is still being used.

Chris and I ponder for a quick second whose car we are going to take. We decide to take Chris’ because he says he is not going to get that fucked up. I always assume that I’ll get fucked up, although I would like my car to be closer to campus, but only one of us needs to drive.

I go get my pogo stick from my car. Chris tries to hop on it a few times before we leave. He doesn’t get past 3 hops but we want to go hunt for pussy and beer like traditional American men. Whatever political party a man is he still loves pussy and beer. Don’t call me a misogynist, just call me honest.

While we are driving over there Dan calls. We tell him we will be there in 2 minutes. It takes us three. I just said I was honest, dammit.

Dan says that he was just at the Co-ops and no one was there. There was a band setting up. Dan has already had almost two bottles of wine on his own. We drink some more wine and decide to check out Delta Venus for a bit. We sit on the fence and talk about our days. Chris slept in so he was 45 minutes late to the meeting he had this morning with Dan. They started building the Burning Man tent we’re going to use this year. I tell them about getting up at 7:30 in the morning. I also talk about James and trying to get him to come out to a party. I tell them about James wanting Sara. Dan is getting drunk so he is getting very talkative. He has had a major head start on me. Its funny knowing how many men want Sara. She’s probably lonely and drunk in her apartment on some nights while the men that want her are lonely and drunk in their apartments on the same nights, but we are divided by the Yolo causeway. Damn the commute between Davis and Sacramento. But it isn’t too far to go to get laid. I do it all the time, not get laid; commute. I see a girl with low jeans and think about how Sara talked to me the other day about how she is sickened by modern fashion. She thinks it is ridiculous for a woman to have to shave her pubic hair in order to wear a particular pair of jeans. She understands with a bathing suit, but not jeans. Its funny the different ways people aim to please because I have also heard Sara make subtle references to her great abilities at performing oral sex. She’s bisexual; I would expect nothing less.

The band stops playing after a few minutes and the three of us get bored. We walk back over to Dan’s place to get more booze. Dan talks about how it took five seconds to fix the busted table at his neighbor’s place. I carry around a short glass with me, not a wineglass, just a highball glass.

In reference to me bringing my Pogo stick Chris says that I always have an idea to meet women. The pogo is my conversation starter. Just like Write Club, where I could pass out flyers to strangers. Although Write Club is legit. I started that because I think UC Davis needed, just like I need to get laid. So I bring a pogo stick as a conversation starter.

We talk about the party on the way there and run into a group of four girls, some of them are Dan’s neighbor’s. Not the bitch with the table, but nice girls with smiles. They recognize Dan as their neighbor and me as the Ice Cream Throwing Man at Ben & Jerry’s. They are going to the same party we are going to. They introduce themselves as Katie, Anna, Jackie, and Lindsey.

We talk on the way there about Whole Earth and they say how cool it is that I can throw ice cream. On the way there I see I Darcy, Chuck, and Tony and I ask them where they are off to. They don’t know; anywhere. So I invite them along. They want to see my pogo so we stop for a moment while some of the others in our party talk to the Whole Earth dishwashers. I pogo a little bit no handed. Darcy tries to pogo and doesn’t do well. I see Sonny and say hello to him. I have never been formally introduced to Sonny but he is a man about town just as I am so he says hello to me back, using my name.

I talk to the three Graduate students about what they did after I left them on Thursday. We talk more about pogoing and my KKK idea. About Whole Earth. Chuck starts making from of L. A. for a bit. Because Darcy is from L. A.

We show up at the party and it is enormous. A band is playing and there are psychedelic colorings blurring and being projected onto a screen. Hundreds of people are dancing. There is no keg.

I see Esa and some folk from KDVS. There is this one guy that I talked to about the head injury I got in my car accident. I can never remember his name. I look over at Dan and he is falling all over Katie. Lindsey and Jackie go over and talk to Katie for a brief second and she shoos them away. I ask them if they are being good friends. And they say that Katie has a boyfriend and is really wasted so they are being good friends. Now I have to how good of a friend I’m going to be and decide if I should tell Dan. They say that I don’t have to worry, they’ll take care of everything. Dan is almost to the point of being drunk where he can’t remember anything.

I see Shawn H. dancing and talk to him. He tells me that his story that I published on writeclub.net is being published next year in Reader’s Digest. I tell him that is awesome. Wow, quite an accomplish for a freshman in college. For anyone, actually.

I see Anne i.e. Foxy Chocolate, from KDVS and she is with the Food Not Bombs girl that is anonymous to me. I say hello but Anne doesn’t seem to like me so she doesn’t say anything back. Until she realizes that I may know where Esa is so she asks me that. I say I saw him a few minutes ago, but in this environment that means I don’t know shit.

I go inside the dance floor, which is the caroled in area. I stand in the back with Chris and two girls talk about my pogo stick. I ask them if they want to hop on it. One of them tries but it’s too hard to do on the dirt. I ask them what their names are. Mauka is the one that attempted the pogo stick and Kendra is her friend. They are freshman and they live in the Trucero dorms. I say they must have heard a bunch of racket and came down. They are roommates. They didn’t go to Whole Earth today but they say they will tomorrow. I tell them that when they do they should introduce themselves to Wavy. He knows everyone. I ask them who their favorite musician is. Mauka says Dave Mathews. I tell them that Wavy knows Dave. I’ve listened to Dave with Wavy and Wavy talked about meeting him. Kendra is a biology major and Mauka is a sociology major. Kendra isn’t nearly as sure of her major as Mauka is. I’m not surprised. Kendra wants to be a doctor, but its harder then it looks. You see it on paper. 4 years here. 2 years there. Another few years some place else, and wham bam you’re a doctor. But in practice it’s hard to get a practice.

While I talk to Mauka and Kendra I hear Brandon, this guy I know from parties thrown on 8th street, shouting, "Rob Roy is number one." Brandon is drunk, but he is with a woman named Amy. Mauka says that I know everyone because I keep saying hello to people. I say that it isn’t that I stand out in a crowd, I may look like a freak but I’m only 5 six, its that I hop up and down in a crowd. I ask how long I have been pogoing. I tell them since the last day of April. I tell them about my Ku Klux Klown act. This kind of freaks out Mauka because she’s African American. But why would I be so friendly with her if I was a racist. I tell her about how I’m taking over the Klan. I compare myself to Michael Moore taking over the NRA. I say that I am the Imperial Grand Wizard Dragon of the KKK. At Davis I’ve only convinced one other person to sign up and that is my Egyptian/Iranian friend Aisha. They know Aisha because she used to live on their same floor. I ask them why Aisha got kicked out. It has something to do with Aisha spreading a nasty rumor about an R. A. I’ll have to find out more. But I really don’t care so I probably won’t.

I keep hearing Brandon shouting, "Rob Roy is number One" as I walk over to the main entrance of the party. I start asking people if they would like to pogo and a bunch of people take me up on the offer. This one guy pogos pretty well with no hands and he’s no pleased that I let him pogo that he gives me a pabst blue Ribbon. I hop on the pogo stick and jump with no hands while downing a can of Pabst. Definitely a crowd pleaser. I yell that "I’m pogo sticking and drinking beer, I feel like I’m eight years old again."

The guy that first showed me how to pogo with no hands shows up and wants to pogo. He is a pogo hop and I don’t like the guy too much. I wonder back over to the stage. I hear the band talking about how they want people to hop up and down. I try to go around up to the front to see if I can make a spectacle of my pogo sticking. I can’t do it but it was weird to pass by people and hear them say, "hey look, it’s the Ben & jerry’s guy." I blame Free Cone Day for my ugly mug being imprinted in people’s memory.

I see Stephanie E. from KDVS and make her pogo. Her show is called the Non Stop Pogo Hop. She lives up to her name and really knows how to pogo.

I see Will and Geoff as they show up. Will tells me that it’s a good thing I started write Club because he was going to start one right around the time I started mine. His went to shit but mine survived. I’ve known Will for several months, he tells me this because he is drunk.

A guy approaches Chris and is selling some mushrooms. It’s 20 bucks for an 8. A good deal so I buy some. This little dinky Asian woman about 4 foot six hears the word drugs and offers us a bunch of pills she is selling. We decline. Do we look like bored yuppie housewives? We don’t need vicadin and codeine.

Chris wants beer so he walks to Am PM. Right after he leaves a guy comes up to me and asks if I am 21. I say that I am. He wants me to buy him booze but I don’t want to leave the party. More people need to pogo so I’m not contributing to the delinquency of minors – I know, I know, there are first times for everything.

And why is that? Because I see a couple of guys show up that were at Chris’ birthday party. They were the high school guys that I gave free beer and a sermon along with it. I saw the guys earlier in the day and I told them the only party I knew of was at the Co-ops and here they are. They say they just saw Chris. The actually went over to his house a few days ago looking for me because they wanted to hang out. They didn’t know that I didn’t live there. That’s kind of weird because I only met these boys once but they seem cool so it would be interesting to hang out with the youngens. They also brought their drug dealer / pimp friend.

Geoff is around and talking about what a crazy fucker I am. I see Maurice and he is plastered. Everyone is more drunk than I am tonight, although I keep being asked to pogo while drinking. Maurice introduces me to Dara and says that he keeps trying to convince her to go to Write Club. I try to give her the old guru go to. She may come, she may not. But now she knows someone there. Dan comes up and talks to us. Now she knows two people at Write Club. But the Dan at Write Club is different than the Dan he is now. Dan says that he is the master of ceremonies at Write Club but he doesn’t do shit. He does read whenever he shows up though. He’s only missed 2 meetings.

I have to pay more attention to Dan because he is really drunk. He is molesting women. He may get his as kicked because he is putting his arms around girls that are standing next to guys. He keeps yelling the word "motherfucker." But he looks over me and yells, "Rob Roy." I yell, "Dan Glendening." But I hear in the distance Brandon yelling, "Rob Roy is number one."

Dan molests this girl named Hazel. I talk to her a little bit and as we stand around with Geoff and Will and drunken Dan.

Chris comes back with beer.

We go up to the patio of a building. I get asked about the pogo by a girl. I ask her if she wants to pogo. She says no. I ask her what her name is and she says Laurie. I have to go to the bathroom so I go in with Chris. We leave Dan with Geoff and Will and also with Diego and Trent because they have shown up. We wait in line like good little boys. I must have drank more than I though because I had a lot in my bladder. I had already pissed once before off in the bushes too.

I walk back to the group and thank them for watching Dan. Hazel is amazed I remembered her name. This guy talks to me and knows my name. I recognize him but don’t know his name. Why? Because he introduced himself to me at a party by calling himself "it must be piss," I remember that. But now I know his real name is Phil.

I go back up on the patio and start pogoing. The middle house of the co-ops is packed. A woman asks me not to pogo because the house is a hundred years old. She says that I’m the coolest ice cream man she knows but I may break something. I immediately stop. I ask her if a girl named Laurie lives in the house. She says no. That freaks me out because I’m questioning my memory of events that happened just minutes ago. The woman mentions the cops and how they already came. I say they are bound to come again. She tells me that I just shouldn’t give any alcohol to underage people. I tell her that I’m a freshman. She physically tries to take the beer out of my hands. I maneuver so she can’t. I wonder what her problem is. I tell her that I’m probably one of the oldest people here. She doubts that because she is 34. Man is she a party pooper. How many people under 21 were drunk at that party? Hindu gods don’t even have enough hands to count the number using their fingers. A group of people come out of the house. This guy I know from eight street party recognizes me. He is this tall skinny guy that loves eighties music. We trade off air guitar solos at parties. He says he likes how I pound my feet and stomp around when I dance. He tells me his name is Greg. I tell him he’ll always be Van halen to me. He says I’m a man after his own heart. Laurie comes out of the house and I ask her what her name is. She repeats Laurie. I ask the woman what the problem is. She just shrugs. She knows where I work how much danger can I be. I’m the guy with the pogo stick.

I see the girl with the wavy blonde hair that was t espresso Roma at 8 o clock. I get her name and it is Laura. She can’t find her red backpack that has her cell phone in it. Chris suggests that I call her phone and she can listen for it. I do so but it is to no avail. I think Chris was playing wingman by getting me her number.

I go back out and pogo some more. Mark, this guy I met at a party last weekend, loves that I am pogoing. He thinks my KKK idea is great. I get more and more people to pogo. It really is a great sight to see. So many people drunk, smiling, and pogoing.

I see Arlen from the Aggie and ask him if he got any good pictures. I’m standing next to some girls and I tell them that Arlen is a photographer for the Aggie. I’m trying to help the guy out. It’s a conversation starter.

I hear Brandon yell, "Rob Roy is number one" and then Dan yells my name shoves someone and then says "motherfucker." He looks at me and says, "motherfucking Rob Roy."

I see Lisa L., who I just met on Wednesday at the Seele distribution meeting. I ask her how she feels about Seele Magazine calling her the number one poet in Davis. She thinks its cool but not that big of a deal. I talk some shit about Seele because they only put one of my poems in the magazine. Everyone wants fame and the more exposure a person gets the more fame they get. The more poems I get into Seele, the more (Davis-sized) fame that I get. Dan wants fame, which’s why he keeps yelling my name – because when he does, I yell his name. And people hear his name. He’s famous when he’s drunk.

Brandon keeps trying to pogo. He’s very drunk. I let him pogo a little bit but I don’t let him hog the stick. He’s falling all over the place so he might hurt himself. But that would just be bruise on his body. He’s used to bruises on his body. Even human is used to bruises. I’ve pogoed so much today I have avocado sized red marks on my thighs. I worry that Brandon will break my pogo stick. I keep banging it straight against the asphalt. Drunk people can’t use it correctly so it bends. Pogo sticks just wear down. But this is a brand new pogo stick. When I pogoed in the Klan outfit the stick bent real bad. This afternoon, on my way to Whole Earth, I stopped by Toys R Us and exchanged the stick. I just told them over the counter that it was bent, that’s all they needed to know. The pogo stick is 12 hours old and it has had more use than most pogo stick have in a lifetime. Most people buy and use it for short periods of time occasionally, thinking it a more of a novelty. I’m going to start a pogo rampage. So watch out for your toes.

The party starts breaking up over by the center corridor. I stand around and talk to Chris and Dan. Chris comes out of this house where music is playing. He says that Faith is in there so I should go in. I walk in, but Faith doesn’t want to dance with me. Not that I ask. What were my friends thinking? I think they just want back access to the Turtle House. Now that Dan isn’t dating Theresa anymore they need an in. They think I’ll be the stud. I’ll be the charmer. They must be drunker than I thought. But I’d rather be in their dancing than just standing around drinking so I start moving my body.

I remember that my pogo stick is loose somewhere. That’s $25 of mine that is hopping around. I go look for it and I see Dianabee for the first time at the party. She’s talking to this skinny black guy wearing what looks like a blue shirt. Its dark and I don’t know him. I walk back in to the party and resume dancing. I see this one guy, an Asian guy with beatle length hair, and he looks familiar. He’s one of those guys I see around but don’t know his name. I think he also works at KDVS. He is dancing with himself.

I get tapped on the shoulder and its Diana. She gestures that she wants to dance with me so we face each other and move to the music. Yes, that’s called dancing. I don’t think anyone has ever asked me to dance. I’ve only danced with one woman in college and that was Faith. Faith danced when she was drunk and more as an act of benevolence. She likes to have this aura of control. She knows she can control a guy when he is dancing with her. Faith thinks she is much more mature than the rest of us because she is 26. One day I’ll be that age and going to college. I like Faith, but I hope I don’t get that uppity. If I know someone is 21 I won’t ask to see their ID. Faith just wants to be everyone’s mother and also have everyone stare at her tits. A noble cause, but its not for me.

I dance with Diana and we both see Dan. We lean in close to each other and have a short conversation about how awkward the two of us dancing must be for Dan, and how drunk Dan is. When I dance I’m more of a foot mover than and arm gesticulator so I always feel like I’m dancing as much as everyone else is. My arms stay at the same level on my torso, not motionless, but in the same general area.

The best thing about dancing with someone is, not only do I not feel lonely, but I get to watch the person dance. In this case the person is Diana. She dances much better than I. She is sure of the movements her body makes. She knows how to move her hips and her hands. I know how to watch her move. At one point she freak dances with Lisa L. Diana shakes her ass with confidence.

Aisha shows up and she dances near me for a second. She giggles that I’m dancing. Then she goes off and does her own thing.

I talk to Diana about what chemistry experiments she is doing with her body. She says she’s drunk and on E. Figures, no one would dance with me when they are sober. But Diana did have some cohones to ask me to dance. If you want to call it asking me to dance. Its not cohones in Diana’s case, but her ovaries have the spirit of cohones. Yes I just said her fallopian tubes are blooming with courage.

Chris comes in and rubs Diana’s newly blonde and head. He yells, "Big Red." That is Chris’ name for Diana. They talk for a brief moment about her near buzz cut. Chris actually dances to none funk music for about 5 minutes. Chris always seems somewhat reserved. Even drunk and dancing. Its like he has to keep his body parts close in case he has to block a punch. He’s one of those guys that never puts his hands in his pockets because that brief moment of taking one’s hand out of the pockets is wasted time when he needs to throw a swing at someone. Chris wonders off.

I see Aisha leave with some guy.

Dan is dancing like he is drunk. Like he is a bitch black room and doesn’t know anyone else is there. There he is a solitary shaman – wearing blue shoes.

Every half an hour or so Diana leans against the wall like something is wrong. She one hand on the wall and the other on her chest. I ask her if everything is okay. I read in her journal that she wrestled and get busted in the center of her chest. So I’m thinking that if she keels over, CPR is not going to be fun.

Diana also walks out of the room every few minutes. So that gives me an opportunity to check on my pogo stick. The guy that’s been hoping on it all day still wants to use it. While I’m outside I let another guy use it. Much to the chagrin of the pogo hog. The other guy gives me a bottle of wine for letting him pogo. I then pogo around and lean over and pick the bottle off the ground and take a gulp. One of my proudest moments. Faith is sitting out on the grass and she asks me if the pogo stick is mine. She saw me walking around with it all day at whole Earth and at Delta Venus. I don’t understand her lack of observation. I say yes. She says she heard about my KKK act on the quad. She finds it amusing.

I go back in to dance. Dan talks to me for a brief moment. He incoherent. He probably called me a motherfucker. And what would I rather do; try to decipher a drunken Dan or dance with Dan’s ex, Diana. Bingo! I’m back to dancing with Diana.

I see Aisha come back and dance with the guy a little bit more. Then the guy leaves. Dan is still dancing throughout the whole room. Diana is a little uncomfortable around Dan because she doesn’t want him to molest. Diana, being uncomfortable is a rare thing. Recently I’ve noticed she has a lot more confidence. Even her voice has changed. She used the have a much more mousy voice that shook with insecurity. Now she can holler upon her own accord. And the way she moves her hips…. Like I said. I enjoy dancing with her.

I see Dan molest Aisha for a brief moment. He knows that Aisha has been somewhat interested in him for a while. I wonder if he’s going to cash in on that interest. She lives in Segundo. Just a short walk. But alas, even when he’s drunk he knows he won’t get any thing more from her than blue balls to match his blue shoes.

I’m outside again and this girl asks me if I know where the bus stop is. I need clarification. She says, the one by where they were showing Rocky Horror earlier in the evening. That means Chem. 194. I give her directions but she thinks that I don’t know what I’m talking about. Annoyed that she thinks I’m ignorant, I give her directions again. I tell her to go West down the road that she is facing. In case she doesn’t know, she is facing north. Then at the next main road go south. Keeping walking, it will be on the west side. Now SHE doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

I get my pogo stick back and go back into the house. The party is over so I walk back outside. I survey my surrounding and my options. I look around at where everyone is. So I have the option of walking with a drunk Dan or talking with a smoking Diana. Dan isn’t too drunk that he can’t make it home. I’m positive the dancing help his metabolism digest the alcohol. So I walk over to Diana. She is sitting and smoking a cigarette on the steps of a house on the left. I walk over to her while singing Depeche Mode’s "stripped." I don’t know why I’m singing it. The song just came to me. I just love the intro to it. She sings with me.

She says she wants to talk to me about my diaryland.com site. She says that I have an ongoing theme of loneliness. I confess to her that I am somewhat manic-depressive. I’m a really happy and upbeat guy when I am around people but when I’m writing my journal I’m alone. I’m reflecting on what I have done. And what I have done is end up alone writing in my journal. So that’s where the loneliness comes from. I talk to her about woman only kissing me when they’re drunk. She talks about making out with a guy from Ethiopia tonight. He wore an Ambercrombie and Fitch shirt, which is so not her type. We talk more about our diaries. I tell her about the new person, robsucks, that writes about hating me. I tell her that there are several people that hate me and I hate them back. (Well maybe hate is too strong of a word, so let’s say - dislike.) I give her the example of Stan O. from the Aggie. I dislike him because he thinks he is better than everyone. I'm not arogant, but I know no matter how hard he tries he will never be as good a writer or a person as i am. I also know that he would be a formadable enemy, and I think that will make the next few years interesting. Then talk to her about the letter I wrote to the Aggie in response to Zachary Amendnt’s column. She says I should send more hate mail to the Aggie. She says that she is glad she is on good terms with Chris and myself. I never had a problem with Diana. I mean, as the story goes, she did stiff Dan on some rent, but i think he has moved on from that. The first time I met her was when I was drunk after a party at Chris house. She stayed up and talked to me for over an hour while I sat on Dan’s couch. In the morning she made me pancakes.

She looks cold so I give her my jacket. I feel bad because my jacket is full of shit. A tape recorder, a wallet, a cell phone, a bag of mushroom, a glass that I had from when Dan, Chris, and I were drinking wine. In my drunken stupor while I was dancing I took it off and put it in the floor because I didn’t know how close Diana was going to want to dance with me. If she pressed against me I didn’t want her to feel electronics and drinking receptacles. Even though I didn’t expect that to happen, and I was drunk, I still have to cover my bases.

She tells me about the picture she got with Dan and Ashley (ashbobash, yes Dan’s penis has been inside her also). After the first night I slept on Dan’s couch she made friends with Ashley. Ashley actually slept at Dan’s place also that night. I tell her that Dan thought the door that was behind us right now led to a bathroom earlier in the evening. Once again we talk about how Drunk Dan is.

The sky is becoming blue and Diana says she’s going to have to take a shower and go to sleep. She apologizes that there are no pancakes. I walk she to her door and give her a hug. I forget about her hurt chest and then I apologize for causing pain. We are two sorry saps.

I walk away from the party. The last to leave, past six in the morning. My pogo stick has lost its rubber footing. It’s brand new and its half dead.

My car is too far away so I walk to Ben & jerry’s and sleep on the floor in the back using a bag of napkins as a pillow.

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