October 16

0327

Number of...

Too many glasses of wine to count. Best to use bottles as units of measurement as lower number deceives reader into thinking that I'm not descending into alcoholism.

Number of bottles of wine: 4, but divided between Xu and myself.

There. Better.

Am feeling rather shamed of myself. Returned from date with Zone--

note to self: must either not wear glasses next time, or must find guy that does not have glasses fetish. too expensive to replace on teaching wages. also must remember to apply antibiotic ointment to scratches on back.

and on thighs.

and on shoulders.

in fact, probably best to wait until healed before second date with Zone.

--to find Xu sitting at kitchen table with a deck of cards and an open bottle of wine.

"Did you have a good time?"

"Yes."

"How was the movie?"

"Not bad."

"Uh huh."

"You know, it was...there was a main character and a conflict that needed resolution by the end of the film and..."

"You didn't go to a movie, did you?"

"Well, we made it as far as the theater parking lot..."

Must remember that Xu is clever. Must also remember that Xu wanted to play cards and I stood her up to get laid. Must also remember that Xu has uncanny ability to hold a grudge and extensive knowledge of weaponry and sex toys.

Hmm. Might stand her up again to see what happens...

"So, who was the lucky guy?"

"Just Zone. You've met him. He's in the publishing business."

"Uh huh. The one that works for Girl Next Door."

"Well, yes, but he doesn't..."

"That stuff is sexist garbage, you know. Perpetuates the myth that all women are nubile sex slaves eager to get on their knees and perform shameful acts that..."

"Then why the hell do you have a subscription?"

"That's different!"

"It is?"

Currently nursing knot on forehead from airborne wine bottle. Is mark of depth of friendship that Xu is still breathing and I am not imprisoned. Is also mark of Xu's terrible aim that I have swelling on forehead instead of broken nose.

Oh well. Having nothing else to do, we proceeded to down glass after glass of wine, playing a drunken version of Triple Triad that always seems to end in fits of giggles. Have never remembered the rules while sober, thus convinced that alternate reality exists in which actions performed during periods of intoxication can only be recalled while in similar states of altered consciousness.

Xu thinks I'm crazy.