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2002-10-27 Night of Debauchery Well. My parents and I ended up not going to my nanny's this weekend, due to the sudden unseasonal snowfall. Sure, in October it's quite normal for us to get a few snow flakes once in awhile, but this was a bit excessive. Here in Montreal it was rain. Up north, my nanny said they had roughly 15 or more centimeters of snow. She advised us to stay home, so we did. It ended up working out well, since it was Erin's birthday yesterday, and she and her roommates were throwing her a birthday party at their apartment. I'd been invited, but I hadn't thought I'd be able to attend. Since I was in town anyway, I decided to go. So, yesterday afternoon I headed out to the mall, to a kiosk that sells crystals and stones and other neat pagan paraphenalia. Most Wiccans are generally kind and caring. We'll not stand back while another harms us, verbally or physically, but we also don't usually seek out trouble. Sadly, however, there are some out there who seem to delight in causing problems and confrontations, and thereby can give a bad name to those who practice Wicca. I found this really pretty necklace - you choose the appropriate sign of the Zodiac (in this case, Scorpio) and then whatever stone you want (I chose turquoise - good for relaxation and meditation). Anyway, while the woman was putting it together, this stupid 15-year-old girl comes along with a huge chip on her shoulder. There was a pendant that really upset her for some bizarre reason. It had a circular base, with a pentacle (magical five pointed star). Now, the top point wasn't perfectly in line with the clasp through which you'd put a chain, so if you wore it, the pentacle would be slightly off center. The girl started bitching about it, saying "I'm Wiccan, so I know this stuff, and this is wrong". The woman who works there tried to explain that it's just artistic, not meant for magic. If she were drawing a pentacle in a ritual, it's important to line it up North-South, but otherwise, for a necklace, it's not a big deal. The girl interrupted and said, "I know, I'm Wiccan!". Anyway, she was just going on and on and on about it, totally bitchy (I felt like asking her if she was a witch or a bitch). Since the people who work at this kiosk are very nice and have always been ultra-helpful with me the many times I've gone, I decided to stop biting my tongue. As the girl was bitching, I turned to her and said, "Well, no one's forcing you to buy it". She turned to me, and had the ovaries to say, "Why don't you mind your own business? I'm Wiccan so I know this stuff!" (as if we hadn't heard it the first dozen times she said it). Me: "Yes, I know. I'm Wiccan too, and most of us aren't as miserable as you are". Anyway, another woman who works there came, and told the girl to leave. At first she refused, saying no one could make her leave, but the woman came back with a threat to call one of the guards in the mall. In any case, I think the women were quite amused with my defense. I've worked in stores before, and you can't always say just anything in any kind of tone to a customer. Seeing as how I wasn't an employee, I thought I'd do it for them. It seems to me that this girl was declaring herself a witch as an attempt to rebel against "mainstream society". I despise people who do that. That's not a reason to become a witch. But I digress. I came home, did a bit of homework, showered, dressed and headed out to Erin's. I was a little nervous about going because the only people I knew at the party were Erin and her friend Michelle. The rest were total strangers, and I thought I might be seen as an outsider. Of course, I was worried for nothing. I talked to Erin for a bit, and then Michelle. And then the drinking game began. Heh. It's called "Kings", and basically it incorporates a lot of other drinking games. I don't remember all the rules, but if you pick a card that's a low number in black, you have to take that amount of swigs of your drink. If it's red, you can hand it out to someone else. Another number means you have to make a rule (eg: one of them was that whenever you took a swig, you had to extend your pinky finger, and if you forgot and were caught, you had to take another swig). Another card meant that you had to come up with a category, for example, condoms, and then each person in the circle has to come up with a brand. The first to not think of something has to take a swig of their drink. There was a bust-a-rhyme card, which worked the same as the previous, so that the first person not to rhyme had to take a swig. The Ace meant you had to kiss, in this case, the birthday girl, Erin. I got it once, but unlike another girl, Daryll, I just gave her a peck on the lips. The worst card was the 10 - the "Bitch card". Whoever was the bitch had to drink whenever anyone else drank. I was the bitch for awhile, and let me tell you, I was making quite a bit of headway in my fresh beer. You can always depend on a drinking game to loosen people up a bit. :) Thankfully, Erin let me smoke in her room because she'd opened the window, so for a good part of the night after the game, I was in there with both Daryll (a girl) and Yvon (a guy). This is where the evening got interesting. We were all just talking on Erin's futon, mostly about subjects of a sexual nature. It was funny because Daryll kept trying to intimidate me or shock me. I don't know if she thinks she succeeded, but she didn't. I just don't shock easily. She's quite, um, bi, and while she claimed she wasn't attracted to me, at one point, while her arm was around me, her hand made its way to my breast. I just turned to her and very matter-of-factly said, "Daryll, please take your hand off my breast". She did. Awhile later, I was heading to the washroom (for the millionth time - fucking beer), but Yvon got in there ahead of me. When he came out, he just sauntered over and kissed me. Finally, I broke away and told him that I had to pee. But when I came out and returned to Erin's room, there was Daryll, half-passed out on the futon, and Yvon waiting. We made out a bit, but nothing major happened. Sigh. I realize that this may be difficult for a certain someone to read (namely, Mr. Illinois). I thought about just not writing about it, but then that would make me dishonest. He's coming here in December, and I did think about that. It's not like there's some huge promise that he and I have made to each other. But there was some guilt swirling around inside me. But in my own defense, it's been A LONG TIME since I've had a guy touch me like that, and kiss me like that. A very, very long time. I held back because I was afraid of what I'd do. I wasn't especially attracted to him, nor was I unattracted to him. When Yvon first walked into the apartment, it wasn't like I sat there thinking, Wow, I've gotta try and get him alone. But after such a terribly long time, the desire to be touched and kissed can often win out against guilt. He sorta nibbled my neck (I, um, like my neck to be bitten). He asked me if it was a good bite, and I said it was. I wasn't lying, but I was thinking that I actually prefer it harder, but if I'd said that, he probably would've done it, and then that'd be it. Ms. Control Freak would've thrown caution to the wind, and who knows what I would've ended up doing. Whatever would have gone on would have probably been followed up with regret, so I'm happy, in a way, that I held back as much as I did. Anyway. It's been a long time since I've gone to a party that was that much fun. In some ways, it reminded me of parties my sister used to throw (probably because at most of them, I either ended up making out with someone or getting their phone number, hee). I'm glad that I went because I think I needed that - a night out, with copious amounts of alcohol, and being able to turn my mind off. In any case, I should get some work done because today has been fairly unproductive so far. I got up late, took my mom to the Dollarama and Rossy's (where I bought the most comfortable pajamas in the world), and watched "Buffy", which I taped last night. Hope you all had a fun-filled Saturday! |
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