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25 november 2000
----- Straight out of re-education in a Santa Monica soup kitchen, I was alerted to three new messages on my cell phone. Two from Wamba, one from IceDog, both advising emergency circumstances under which I was to page them immediately. It turned out that Wamba's date had cancelled for the hockey game tonight and would I be Wamba's new date for the evening? So Wamba and I "double-dated" with IceDog and Ms. IceDog to the Long Beach Arena. There, we were to witness the (surprise, surprise) Ice Dogs of Long Beach take on the Anchorage Aces in the best of Southern California Minor League Hockey. It was my first minor league hockey game, and I must say I enjoyed it much more than the NHL crap we've been forced to put up with here in LA. Our seats were first row, right on the glass, right next to the guy who stands in the little booth and flicks the switch to turn on the little rotating red light when someone scores a goal. There were some really cool checks, pucks coming right at us, waitresses serving us the beverages of our choice, all wrapped up in a 7-3 Ice Dogs' victory. It was enough fun that I went and got myself an Ice Dogs jersey after the first period. I already felt like a fan. Sometime during the ride home it was pointed out that the combined cost of our four front row seats at this game would still not cover the cost of one cheap seat at the Staples Center to see the LA Kings. Screw the NHL. Go Ice Dogs! ~~~ About that dream I had a few nights ago ... my request for psychoanalysis generated some interesting responses ranging from "you're insane" to "stop thinking so much." My favorite is below... you believe physical intimacy is a form of communicating feelings towards a woman. if you have sex (make love, really) you might become seriously involved and it might lead to marriage...and perhaps divorce. so, rather than take the chance on doing it 'wrong' you don't take a chance at all, and you use the spectre of your ex as a convenient excuse for not allowing yourself to make love with another woman. the old women seemed to be a way to 'safely' associate sexual acts with repulsion. or, you just had some bad pizza before you went to bed and you had a nightmare.......... At least half of that makes sense to me. Don't ask me which half, either. As for the half that doesn't make sense, it can all be explained by the last sentence, as it was simply a horrendous nightmare caused my an overindulgence of anchovy pizza. As far as the old women, though, was I repulsed because they were old or because they were trying to rape me? Interesting getting "rescued" by my ex, though, oh no, I'm gonna stop now before I buy into this whole thing. Gonna curl up in my new Ice Dogs jersey, sleep, and dream nice dreams. Yawn. Yes, nice dreams. 25 november 1999: : on hiatus til december 25 november 1998: : didn't write 25 november 1997: vi-ta : How do you teach vi to a mac-head? [ swim back | email me | swim ahead ] |
