How many buffistas regular posters haven't met another buffista?
I hire someone to play me in real life.
Jayne: Well... I don't like the idea of someone hearin' what I'm thinkin'. Inara: No one likes the idea of hearing what you're thinking.
'Objects In Space'
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Tom Scola - Mar 04, 2010 9:38:56 am PST #13162 of 30001
hwæt
Steph L. - Mar 04, 2010 9:41:56 am PST #13163 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Huge uprooting? May I remind you that you left an almost monastic existance to go live in SIN? And fun, sexy sin to boot.
Well, not a huge uprooting *geographically.*
And it was HARD for me to give up living alone after almost 8 years of it, especially to a small, cluttered house full of pets. And 2 closets. In retrospect, it was harder than I thought.
Plus, living together is so NOT nonstop sexytimes. Boy howdy, is it not.
But god, I love it.
Except for the closets. And the bathroom.
Hil R. - Mar 04, 2010 9:43:07 am PST #13164 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
When I was in college, my group of friends would sometimes go to gay clubs when we got tired of dealing with skeezy tourists and just wanted to listen to music and dance.
Connie Neil - Mar 04, 2010 9:47:59 am PST #13165 of 30001
brillig
What's the difference between a bar and a dive bar?
signed--someone who's never been to a club of any sort and has been in maybe two bars, the first one being while on a date with a preacher.
P.M. Marc - Mar 04, 2010 9:50:39 am PST #13166 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I've never really been to one, but the Goth clubs were pretty blended, and that's really all I've ever gone to.
Tom Scola - Mar 04, 2010 9:50:40 am PST #13167 of 30001
hwæt
A bar is where you order hoity-toity fancy-shmancy $10 cocktails, and a dive bar is where you drink $2 cans of PBR.
Barb - Mar 04, 2010 9:52:44 am PST #13168 of 30001
“Not dead yet!”
I learned how to shoot pool in a gay bar in SF with all the leather daddies acting as babysitters while my sister DJ'd. I was twelve.
Good times.
And as meara and I can attest, we are REAL!
Daisy Jane - Mar 04, 2010 9:53:14 am PST #13169 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
So glad you asked! Here's an article on dive bars in Dallas that just happens to mention The Grapevine! [link]
Aims - Mar 04, 2010 9:53:22 am PST #13170 of 30001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
He went there for research. The guy riding with him in the car was also probably there for research.
I swear that said the guy riding him in the car.
I may be pre-verted.
Barb - Mar 04, 2010 9:54:44 am PST #13171 of 30001
“Not dead yet!”
Oh, and sign that my children are adapting to their new surroundings?
We saw a baby furry at Barnes and Noble the other day. (Teenager, street clothes w/tail and ears) and Abby did a minor double take, then shrugged and went on looking at the manga shelves.
Trust me when I say this is not something we would have ever encountered in Jacksonville.