dichotomy
steve took me on a date yesterday.. we hadn’t been on a date since my birthday and i’ve gotten really spoiled with the idea of dating since i started dating him so we decided to go on one last night because neither of us had to work… we went to lawrence and saw Born in Brothels which is a documentary about children who grow up in the redlight district of Calcutta. I enjoyed it. Although, as steve said, it wasn’t really a date movie. steve also said it was kinda boring. and I’ll agree with that. except that what she does is more or less what i want to do with my life so i was pretty excited about it during the movie.
after the movie, we went to pochi so i could get full on gado gado and thai tea before heading to ryan’s for the party that he was so relunctantly having. weirdly enough, we ran into riley there. which i guess isn’t that weird because he lives a few blocks away but given that i was planning on stopping by seaman that day to see some of my high school teachers.. i found it kind of odd that i ended up seeing him like 30 miles away by chance. heh. the dinner was great and i guess i’ve numbed a little to spicy food because i didn’t even freak out about it at all. the first two times i had gado gado i had to stop eating it because the peanut sauce was more than i could handle and this time i just stopped eating because i got full with a little bit left to go.. not because it was too spicy. this is good news because i’m kinda in love with spicy food and would eat it all the time if i could. and now my tongue allows it. although today i made ramen from the asian market and i still needed a whole glass of milk to keep the spices under control. ugh.
after dinner, i got really nice and sloshy on bitch beers yesterday but it mostly just made me incredibly annoying. there’s no other way to put it. i had 3 cranberry hard lemonades, 2 of which were finished in the same half hour and the other one in the next half hour so i thought i was doing okay cos i was just laying around but the second i stood up i was hammered. and acting really stupid but i couldn’t really do anything about it. so i just tried (unsuccessfully mostly) to play the quiet game.
i woke up to two text messages today because i slept with my phone on silent:
Steve, 1:43 am, “I just wanted to say that i love you and you’re beutiful and you mean the world to me.”
Madeline, 2:38 am, “Hes not really my type but i hope you two are forever i hate to say it but youre perfect together so fuck you.”
The second is a catty sending of an intentionally misquoted lyric from “our song” but i still can’t help but to agree.