Listening: Mental mix

I don't keep this thing updated and so now I could write something out on my weekend and you'll just be all thinking this is normal... and it's so not.

I just had a mighty abnormal weekend and that's why it's kind of worth writing about.


so I'll just hit the bullet points and if anything matters/catches your eye, ask and I'll see about filling you in if I understand what details you're missing.


The past week was angsty and went by quickly. Spent more money than I intended on impromptu nights out with friends but hey it was nice.

Friday night came round and no one called so I went about my standard friday night plans of hitting a wine tasting at a boutique in the LBC, fourish miles frmo my home. Decided to walk cause it's good exercise and I dig walking through the LBC.

Great Napa wines and this super cute pair of bi-girls who flirted with me throughout. Flattered, I took them up on heading to a lesbian club down on Ocean called Debra's. Lots of fun but the long week caught up with me and at midnight I said goodbye. They were sweet and made me promise to call.

Lagged a bunch on the way home and the walk dragged on. Was exhausted walking up to my building and it probably showed. Some low life piece of shit took advantage, ran up and grabbed my purse from my shoulder. Sleep deprived and enraged, I chased him down an alley but lost him. With leg cramps and fury choking me I stopped only to be knocked over by the fucker's pal, Asshole #2. I kind of only realized I had been knocked over when I was on the ground. I looked up and saw he was pulling a leg to kick me. WAy back in my head where the "real me" was hovering in disbelief I was thinking "are you shitting me?" but out in front was animal-me, pissed off and reacting. Animal-me reached out and grabbed for the soft flesh at the crotch and twisted. Asshole #2 pulled back, called me a bitch and announced he had my phone.

He took off and I headed up to my apartment. Only later I realized my arm was scraped and my legs hurt like hell from running cold and cramped. Took me a solid day to notice any bruises. Bah.

Take innane pride on the fact I ran all unsteady-like and was knocked to the ground and through it all I kept my sunglasses on my head. All I kept was my sunglasses, lighter and keys.

Hopped online and found Mizu online. Got her to call Space Dog though it was like 2am. He came right over and helped me calm down. I used his phone to call the police.

On the computer I cancelled my ATM card and hid my money.

In the morning I found it was the only Saturday of the month that any DMVs would be open so I got SD to drive me to Fullerton and got my paper license. Went to the credit union branch that would be open and they took care of cancelling my checking account and reworking everything so I would get right back on the ball. Still have to contact Social Security, and possibly the IRS.

Irritating that among the nonsense that was taken was bills that I just had to put in the mail. Have to call up those people and figure out how to pay without a bill or ATM/credit card.

Got the phone turned off and then finally took a moment to chill at brunch.

Called around to people who had claimed interested and ran up to the Autry for a very fast swing through their "Totems to Tourqoise" exhibit of Northwest and Southwest American Indian art. It was really awesome and I'm very sad that we couldn't spend more time looking at it all. The contrasts were striking at the same time that they really did seem related. Very cool. Unfortunately it was our only chance to see the exhibit and it was over way too quickly.

Hung out with Mizu and Coyote for just a little bit before she had to head off to dinner. We had good old Chinese in Old Town Pas with Coyote and then he had to head off to work. By then Space Dog and I were feeling the effects of next to no sleep the night before so we went straight back to the LBC and crashed hard.

Dragged ourselves out of bed, became + one Mizu and got to Disneyland early (for us) which was in the early afternoon. Yay! Bat's Day! Always, always fun. My annual pass was taken but I went to guest services with my police report and they replaced it for free. So much fun to be wandering around Dland gothed-out and surrounded by so many other similarly dressed weirdos. }:>

Seemed everytime I turned around there was some other rivethead or somesuch explaining to a straight what the deal was. Adults are funny, they're either scandalized or they're wondering if they missed the memo on "Wear Black to Disneyland Day." Little kids are more fun. They usually stare up in awe. Until their parents bundle them away. };>

We rode a couple rides, we watched the parade, tried to have gumbo in the French Quarter but failed, went to the Grand Californian for drinks and then the Jazz Kitchen for real creole food and then back into the park for a spin on the new Pirates (cute), I made SD and Mizu sit through Fantasmic! which they both loved and then we wrapped everything up in the Haunted Mansion.

Trundled home utterly exhausted and all too soon it was morning.