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blue bracelets

07.21.07 1:08 am


tonight, after a very dull date, i came home, changed into jeans and a black tshirt, grabbed my black hoodie and headed impulsively to the midnight party bookstore to treat myself early to harry potter. i felt a bit foolish doing it, but i was awake and didnt want to sit at home waiting for tomorrow morning to come.

and as i pictured, it was a crazyfest with gobs of kids running around in capes and hats, and preteen girls singing made-up harry potter songs while sitting in a circle on the floor. but it was fun and festive and i'm glad i went. even by myself.

and i was far from being the only lone adult milling about waiting for the blue bracelets to be called. in line for coffee i spied this particular guy in front of me, dishevelled salt n pepper hair, black tshirt and hoodie, jeans, black-rimmed glasses and a couple piercings, keeping to himself. i noticed him again sitting alone at a table as i settled down into an armchair to wait out the night. i felt him looking but really i have no idea. because of course i couldnt bring myself to make eye contact. ever. what is wrong with me that at my age i still cant even do the simplest first move. and then again as they called our blue bracelets, i ended up behind him in line to buy the book.

the crowning finish to this wimpy little saga... we left the store at roughly the same time, he walked a few paces ahead of me toward the same distant parking lot, glancing back slowly a couple times before getting into his grey scion that was parked directly across from my grey scion. we did a synchronized back up, and he drove one way while i drove the other.

the end.

now that i think of it, he probably thought i was stalking him. ugh. and sigh. and ugh again. (sigh)

but enough of that snivelly stuff.

it is now time to dive into the last and final book. finally. gah!

and im not even going to think about what kind of picture this has painted of me, as i sit alone all night reading harry potter to my cat. nope, not even goin there. not one bit. not a'tall.



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