Another Saturday Night...

The Dumpling and I, along with Rae Rae and her man Shawn went to see Hummingbird sing choral music last night in the Rec tal Hall (hey, that's what the sign said!). After having a minor fit of the giggles during the pre-performance lecture, I managed to settle in and pay attention except for the occassional glances I would steal at the woman's hair sitting in front of Dumpling. For most of the night, I thought she had a dead fly hanging in the midst of her blonde locks but upon closer inspection, discovered it was just a bit from a tree or something. I was kinda disappointed.

While waiting for Bird to come out after the performance, we hammed it up for some photos. Dumpling made his traditional face and I got to lay my head on Rae Rae's bosom (score!) while she tried on my new hat. We all made our way out for an after-show drink and ended up at Chocolate, a local cafe that has incredibly slow, disinterested service but really yummy hot chocolate (though the only thing Mexican about my Mexican hot chocolate (aka the Frida) was its name). After Rae Rae and Shawn took off for home, Bird, Dumpling and I sat finishing our cocoas and watching our breath form puffs in the air as we tried not to freeze under inadequate heat lamps. As is typical in a night out in Santa Cruz, a local nut job made his rounds on the downtown streets. By his outfit you would have thought him semi-normal: pants (not half-naked like some other nut jobs), a windbreaker and a baseball cap. But he was spewing nonsense that ran together into a long winded diatribe on sports, medicine, and his personal desires. It went a bit like this:

Nut Job: I got vaginal wart pills. Three blue ones. I got rosacea pills. I don't do white on white. I only do Oakland girls.

Bird (to us): You know what? I'm thinking that man is crazy.

Dumpling: (repeating Nut Job) "I got vaginal wart pills..."

Bird: You don't have a vagina.

Dumpling: Yes, but I have vaginal warts- go figure.

The hot chocolate kept me awake until almost 2:00 am though the occassional "closing of my eyes" and leaning on Dumpling don't count as actual "naps" for the record. We watched the Discovery Channel where we learned about the body's response during orgasm, then about the Humanzee (creepy!) and feral children (very sad and also, very disturbing). I went to bed and had weird dreams of talking to my ex who had turned into a chimp at a dog park where all the dogs were actually kids thinking they were dogs and all the while I was hooked up to a monitor because I was participating in orgasm research for the Kinsey Institute.