A Mighty Fine Life

So, Dan and I broke up tonight.

It sucks, and we both know it sucks; but we also both know it's the right thing and the right time.

So. Yeah.

For the record, I'm not dead or anything. My brief stay in Rochester was extended a day, and then Dan's offer to drive me home resulted in him staying until, um, tomorrow. So I've been having a lovely time but haven't been around much.

So I'm at Dan's new apartment, which is lovely; we're hanging out and I turned on Tulio and was immediately asked to join someone's wireless network. Which is pretty cool, since Dan doesn't get his internet hooked up until Wednesday. Yay for unsecure wireless networks.

It's nice to know that after two and a half years, Dan and I are still learning interesting things about one another. For example, last night he discovered that I only use green toothbrushes.

Anyway, it's quite nice to see him again.

With the exception of the fact that I just walked into a barrier that I couldn't see and smashed the hell out of my knees (like my knee needed that...), today was also a very good day.

Yesterday: Six Flags, best friend bonding with Leah; evening with the boy.
Today: Last huzzah for Boston with the boy (walked basically all over the damn city), luch at the Middle East (damn good coffee), dinner with boy, Jeremy, Sarah, Paul and Paul's friend. It's vaguely odd to hang out with Paul (let alone drink) but was a good time.

Now: ModFest? I really have no interest but wouldn't mind partying with friends. Hrrrrm.

My knee hurts.

More pictures in a day or two, hopefully (and those ones will be lj-cut). Perhaps details as well. For now, sleep.

So, last night. My entry was rather incoherent, and apparently I'd never actually used that Beatles icon before. How odd.

Anyway, Dan and one of his suitemates had been playing to go to a goth/fetish night at the Manray in Boston, and got together a bunch of people to go with them. Including me, nervously, because I've never done the club thing before and have no interest in the goth/fetish theme. But Dan thought it would be fun, and having never tried it before, I couldn't say it wouldn't be, so I went. I didn't know anyone else who was going except Dan, which was kind of awkward, but the group was really nice, so it worked out anyway.

The club itself was pretty cool; the people in it ranged from very hot to very, very sketchy. The problem is that I'm too young to drink (until July, sadly) and not that interested in dancing in public, or dancing for extended periods of time. Also, goth music? Doesn't do it for me. I did dance a little bit, though, because I secretly kind of enjoy it, and I know Dan wanted to, and I didn't want him to have to sit around with me doing nothing all night.

The major downside of the night was my shoes. My feet are quite fucked up, and so I can't wear anything but sneakers, which meant playing fast and loose with the dress code. But the only black sneakers I own (the only dress code acceptable ones) are my Chucks, which are actually half a size too small. So, by the time we got there my feet were already killing me, which didn't go away for the rest of the night. I had to take the laces out, and shove the heels down and stand on them instead of having them grate against my foot. So that sucked.

Overall, it was pretty fun, but probably not something I'd do again. I can see where other people (IE: Dan) enjoy it, but it's not my thing.

Maybe if it wasn't on their weekly goth night....