tattoo, nonfiction 2 class review (since I seem to do one every week anyway)
The baby seems to really like the tattoo that I have on my lower back. Any time I sit down and it becomes visible he walks over and kisses it. How strange.
Alright, my Nonfiction 2 class last night…overall, not bad. We had a whole-class workshop of a few people's immersion rough drafts. Two of them were pretty funny. One girl went to the O on a Saturday night from about 11 p.m. to 3:30 a.m. My favorite quote from her evening: “She was like, 'You should pledge' and I was like, 'You should die.'” spoken by a bulimic sorority sister wolfing down some fries. Another girl spent a day at Panera observing the various yuppie families that dined there. It was pretty great, but hard to explain.
There's one girl in my class, I may have mentioned her before, who I really don't like. I don't know where she's from but she seems to think Pittsburgh is very wild and urban and dangerous. She's probably from Cranberry. She did her immersion at a biker bar which she described as “the single most terrifying experience of my life.” I think she went to the Voodoo Lounge in the Strip. Not exactly hardcore by most standards. Granted, I wouldn't choose to spend an evening in a biker bar but that's just because I'm not that into leather.
Another girl spent Saturday night at Pegasus. I don't know how it turned out for her but her expectations of the place were, I thought, extremely high. Now, I like Pegasus, don't get me wrong. But people who haven't been there seem to think of it as some underground den of gay hedonism. I guess. She kept saying stuff like, “I've just heard about things that go on there and I just think it will be a very illicit experience.” Whatever. I guess if you've never seen a gay person before, let alone a whole room full of them the public displays of affectation and good makeup can be a little disarming. Maybe it was just the prospect of seeing 300 well-groomed, attractive men in one place and not a single baseball cap (hurrah!). In any case, she was scared. Of course, I haven't been to Pegasus in about 4 years. Maybe the place has changed dramatically. But when I was there last it wasn't much different than any regular night club…except for the music was better and the people were better-looking…okay it was a lot different. I suppose that would be very shocking to someone who's used to, um, like, Sing-Sing.
The baby and I were going to take a walk but my mom is useless and doesn't keep her cell phone on. If I don't call her to let her know that we're going out and she comes home to find us not here she'll immediately start calling the police and assuming the unthinkable has happened to us. Did you like that run-on sentence?
