evening out with donna

So at the hypnotist last night, one of the things we did was become our "favourite celebrity". Of course I chose Angelina Jolie. Duh. I gave out copious autographs. I even signed one girl's arm.

Before the show, the line-up into the Commodore was huge, and we got there half an hour before the doors opened. In front of us were a couple of Langley boys (I'm from Cloverdale, but escaped -- therefore, there was much mockage) who ended up chatting with us after being drawn into our conversation by talks of blowjobs such.

(I think the comment I made was "Okay, who do I have to give a blowjob to get to the front of the line?" Being as I was with a couple of lesbians, they were icked by said statement. And amused, as well. I promised that I'd bring them. Three for one, I say.)

This will always get boys' attention. I had to inform them that they weren't close enough to the front of the line to apply.

Amusing chit chat went on. They ended up sitting behind us at the show, and there was some chatting going on. Amusing. The one we talked to the most was a cute redhead named Brian. Between him and my roommate, they convinced me I should go on stage. So I did.

At intermission, I became Angelina. My roommate became Milla Jovovich. Nobody seemed to know who she was. Are there no science fiction fans in the hypnotist crowd? Who knew?

Anyhoo, there was some flirting. After the show, he tried to get me to ask for his phone number. Very amusing. And sort of flattering, although I suspect he hit on me because I was the only one in our group who actually sleeps with men. (Note to self: Hang around with cute lesbians more often.)

While I was deciding to go for the bait or not (he was cute, but what the heck am I going to do with another langley boy? They live too far away to be very useful, and I try to avoid the one night stand thing.

This sounds cold, but I prefer to think of it as being practical.) I got distracted by my friends and when I looked back, he'd gone to catch up with his friends. So, 'twas not to be.

My roommate got the DVD of the show. I may have to make a copy of it. I mean, who doesn't want to see the look of disgust on my face as the hypnotist rubs his 12" cock (aka, a microphone) on my head?

(Reasoning: What the hell am I going to do with a 12" cock? All I can think of is stuffing it and mounting it on the wall....)

Listening to: "Magic Man" - Heart

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