He's Just Not That Into You

i spent the weekend in philly with valerie (the hot one) and her sisters. friday after work i thought i was giving myself extra time by taking the 9pm train, but i didn't take into account getting stuck in MetroHell on the way to Union Station. last minute plan-changes annoy the hell out of me, but i was able to get over it as soon as i realized that they serve alcohol on trains. so i boarded the 10pm train thinking i was on the car next to the snack car and i'd be lightly toasted by the time we got to baltimore. i came to find out, however, that i was actually about 3 cars from the snack car, and successful drinking would require some strategy.

i over-did my makeup, ignoring the marine across the row staring at me, and marched across the train to the snack car. conversation went as follows ->
me: how are you? *smile smile*
bartender: good, yourself?
m: fantastic! i need a nice, strong drink! *smile smile* i see you serve absolut, how about an absolut cranberry?
b: sure not a problem!
m: my seat's pretty far from this bar, can i get a couple so i don't have to keep coming back here?
b: *laughs*
m: *blinks*
b:*stops laughing* uh... sure... how many?
m: let's start with three.

so, yeah, i was feeling pretty good by the time the train rolled into philly. :) i took a cab to the bars to meet up with valerie and melanie, some guy called us the basketball team. apparently tall women in groups are a remarkable experience for most people. friday night eventually led to some late night text messaging insanity... not to be confused with saturday night's late night text messaging insanity. ugh.... it's got to stop!!!! i'm out of CONTROL.
saturday we (all five of us) headed down the shore to south jersey for a big irish festival block party, although we were supposed to have gone to NYC to do some old fashioned punk rock boy shoppin'. it was an endlessly long night, just when i thought we were finishing up we'd march into another bar. the first two guys that approached us immediately asked if we were part of a basketball team. lol. why are people so threatened and caught off guard by tall, beautiful women. get over it already!!! :) valerie and i got trashed in a way only valerie and i are capable of doing.... good times, good times. like freshman year at GMU all over again.... *sigh*
sunday i barely got to the station in time to catch my train... it was packed, and made me appreciate my big empty friday night train that much more. across the aisle and one row up was an older man that i immediately knew was european based off his shoes and longer style hair cut. he was reading this huge book with sharp silver framed reading classes. i sat there and watched him for a long time, mostly b/c i was very hungover and too tired to read for school. the man was obviously displeased with the crying baby several rows back, as was i, and he amused me by spending several minutes straightening out tiny folds that had formed on the pages of his novel. his whole persona was so scholarly i began pondering how exciting it would be to have a hot love affair with an older academic. (i'm being incredibly dilusional right now, of course, because i can't stand men that believe they're smarter than me, but it was a fun fantasty to consider on the train. ) after a while, i got a close enough look at his book to see that it was written in german, and i realized my fantasy was becoming a direct copy of jo's life in "little women"... the sexy older german professor and the young, eager-to-learn american girl.... it would be as hot today as it was for jo in the 19th century. :) watch out, older german men... courtney's on the prowl! but by the time we got to baltimore i decided that an affair with an older german academic would never work for me... eventually i'd become bored with debating the merits of classical composers and being spoken down to about the worthlessness of american literature. *sigh* it was a nice dream.

--courtney---

the episode that i didn't see about the book that i never read has changed my life.
~me