you've got me writing lyrics on postcards

so tray-z says i'm writing too much in my blog and i need to stop b/c it's too much to read in one sitting. yusef says i should write more. what's a girl to do?

last night i continued the new wednesday night tradition and went out drinking with ashlie, robyn, and gang at the bistro in staunton. [it's technically called the byers street bistro, which cracks me up b/c all the staff shirts say "BSB"... which to any normal person means backstreet boys of course!!! ;) ]
that's where we went for new years, which was a bizarre night in retrospect so i don't know why i keep going there... there's bad karma...

so we're there, laughing, having a good time, giving the bartender a hard time b/c he won't put on american idol. then ashlie's friends from high school, chad and willie show up. i'd met chad a few weeks before at my granddad's auction, and i think he's a fairly attractive boy so that's cool. anyway, at some point last night my phone rings and it's the fabulous mr. yusef so i go outside so i can hear him and catch up since it was the first convo longer than 2 minutes that we've had in FOREVER.
twenty minutes later i come back to the table and chad has this bizarre look on his face. i come to find out, chad is just like every other stupid boy in this area... completely homophobic. interestingly enough, he apparently went to william & mary, which is a really good school, so i'm not sure what his big problem is.

either way, anyone who knows me knows that mixing alcohol and my temper are just bad bad things. chad and i sat there debating the morality of homosexuality for at least thiry minutes. i will give him credit, he acted like a complete gentleman the whole time, but he was dead wrong. that's the thing about boys down here, they act all cute with their southern accents and rhett butler charm... they call you "purdy" and promise you the world... then they sit around making dumbass comments about anyone who's not white, straight, and protestant. it's like, this isn't 1865, it's not funny anymore.

ugh. poor ashlie, she just sat there looking uncomfortable... she like "chad didn't i tell you that my cousin's not from here?" wendy says that it's an augusta county thing for the boys to be homophobic but she assured me that girls don't feel the same way. that might be true, but ashlie and robyn were sitting there last night listening to chad go on and on and never said a word. that's not cool.

ha, at the end of the night everyone was saying their goodbyes and chad moved to hug me good-bye and call a truce, and i was like "are you sure you want to hug me? i hug my gay friends too..."
(haha, too bad i *don't* hug my gay friends though!! isn't that right, y?)

i blasted rufus the whole way home in my own personal rebellion of ignorant people.

i have to pack for cincinnati tonight!!! i can't believe i'll be going there in just over 24 hours, i haven't even begun to think about it.

~courtney

"then in the evening looking at stars.
but the brightest of the planets is mars-
then what has happened to love?"
~rufus wainwright

i'm getting increasingly frustrated with my complete inability to spell correctly.