=)

"Keep getting my number and you won't be too young." -Jack Vincennes, L.A. Confidential (the book)

Okay, odd way to start an entry, but that's what I noticed in the mirror this morning. I didn't actually go to sleep (despite the parents telling me to). I was too =)

Yeah, yeah, I know, start at the beginning...

Oh, nervousness is fun- I did have to go to the bathroom a buncha times or so while waiting. He called about 4:15 to say he'd be late, (which is when I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom again. What is up with that?) and right after that Demma called, so I talked to her for a bit. Got off the phone, waited s'more, he rang the bell...and brought me a flower. =)

So, we drove off to Berkeley, chit-chatting, story-telling and the like. We drove by the Grand Lake Theater (in Piedmont?), which is this huge funky old theater you can see from the highway that I've always wanted to go in. I mentioned this to him and he said we could go there to see the movie (yay!). Kinda ironic thing considering the parental bickering from yesterday, he thought I should call Mom if we were still out at midnight too. Mentioned this without my saying anything. Go figure... ate in the Thai place he knew of, which was good (phew). Then we went into a cafe for awhile, then headed over by the theater and were going to hang out somewhere else, until I saw a bookstore...I love when guys'll go into a bookstore with you. I found some more Cynthia Heimel (he reads that too, and has Portable Curmudgeon. Cool) and a book from a series that I have a hard time finding stuff for, so that was cool.

Then off to the show...I would highly recommend checking that theater out, it's very cool. They had an organ player before the show- something I hadn't seen before. Cool.

As to You've Got Mail...while I thought the beginning was corny as hell (when I sneak around to go on the Internet I don't act so bloody cutesy about it!), and the writing at the beginning is just too obvious (basically what all my play/screen writing books say NOT to do), and the idea that people can get on AOL that fast is a joke...okay, okay, it wasn't that bad, I got into it later on. Not very similar to our experience, but entertaining anyway. Even if I kept going, "Oh, that bit's from Harry met Sally!" "Oh, that's from Sleepless!"

No, we didn't get "up to anything" while in the movie, no handholding and the like. Which kinda bummed me out a little (hmm, wonder if he doesn't like me that much after all?). He mentioned that he knew of some other theater (I forget what it was though) that had couches at the front of it "so you can actually sit next to people", I thought later that maybe if we'd been there maybe something would have. A place to check out later, I think.

After that we were in the car, debating what to write in Outing Report Version 2.0, and somehow determined that we could write it right now...so we cruised the outskirts of Pleasanton looking for somewhere open after 9...finally found Lyons and went in there with his laptop (I just love laptops). I also called Mom (it was about 12:30 by now), and said I'd be out awhile later. She said something like "If I asked you to, would you be home by 2?" I said no (she claims later), I think that I said that I wasn't promising anything. She said to leave her a note when I got in. I hung up, thinking everything was okay.

So we got going on the Outing Report...which was going well...until the laptop crashed! Aaaaaargh! (And no, nobody saved. Yeah, we're not that bright sometimes) We're going to have to rehash that sometime...

However, we didn't leave after that. Started holding hands and staring at each other and talking and in general acting like "sickly-sweet love bunnies" like somebody on ucd.life said. He put his head on my shoulder at one point and I thought that was so cute. We wound up being the last ones in there... maybe left around 2:30, but I'm not exactly sure.

In the car going back home we were talking about New Year's, he asked me to go with him to the party he's going to, I said I'd have to check with the parents about it. On the one hand, I wanna go, on the other hand they'll flip out about the drinking and driving. Normally he'd just crash there for the night, but I figured the parents would lose it if I suggested that. He said he'd wait until he sobered up (he figured this for 3 a.m.) before driving (said only about 2-3 beers), I said I didn't want him driving drunk, I'd have to ask them about this. (Ugh, having to ask for permission for a date, AGAIN. What am I, in h.s. again? I feel like I'm 12)

Then we got to my house. And wound up making out in front of it for ages or so. =) (My favorite makeout spot has always been the parents' driveway. Somehow I find it romantic, I guess?)

I was all worried about the experience bit. Okay, so my dating experiences have been uh, varied, but well, no way like his have. I was thinking before, "Dang, I don't know any techniques or anything like that...I've always just wung it." Well, I did it again, and things went well... wound up doing stuff I didn't even know what could be done with a mouth. I never like being the short one, as it's just too undignified to stand on tippytoe to reach the guy. Well, he kinda moved down to my level... I liked that! It got to the point where I had him pinned on the hood of the car and we were kissing... can you believe that? Even I'm surprised I did that. I liked what he said afterwards..."And here I was thinking you were just going out with me to humor me." (I just laughed at that. Surprise.) He was shaking, and then I realised that I was doing the same. Actually stopping kissing was uh, difficult... at one point I said "I should be leaving you alone here" and he said "Well, it takes two..." We ended up rubbing noses and cheeks and stuff like that also, it was so cute. And when we finally split apart, he waited for me to get the door unlocked before leaving. Awwwwwww.

Can you guys believe I'm this mushy? Me neither.

I had a hard time unlocking the door, walking in the house, acting coherent... unfortunately Mom came in while I was writing the note and the explosions began. She apparently thought I'd sworn in blood to come home at two (and still doesn't believe me that I said I didn't), and I had kept her up all night worrying, and if I hadn't come in by four she was calling the cops, she invoked the dreaded dead-in-a-ditch story, she cried, Dad threatened to hit me, it was a bloodbath. "Don't you want us to be concerned about you?" they said over and over. I couldn't say "Yes, but I don't want you to worry like it's life and death every waking minute either." It's so hard having parents who account for your every move when everyone else you know's parents don't care what they do. What am I, Mormon? "Sure, you can do what you want at college, but while you're under our roof..." (i.e. under their control, and they can't control me at college)... Not fun. But at least I could answer their question of "Are you going out again?" with a "Yes." Not the best time to mention the party bit though.

Which finally leads us to today, with me being up all night either making out or being yelled at or daydreaming about making out... To my surprise, Dad didn't chew me out the next morning (Mom told him not to), so at least that was pleasant. Talked to Demma and told her the dish, also admitted that I've turned into a hypocrite (oh, gag). She plans to smack me for all my dates tomorrow (we're getting together with Anna then). She told me she'd been asked out by a 36-year-old she's been talking to on the Internet (he lives in LA though), she turned him down. "You're the only one with restraint here." I said. (Who, me, restrained? Hahahahaha!)

I had told Remington that I'd e-mail him when I found out if I could go, but Mom took all day to decide...dying over every bit of the thing, going on about how she didn't want me to go (basically, although she wouldn't actually say those words). After a lot of fighting and yelling and crying (on their parts), plus more "Don't you want us to be concerned about you?"'s, they finally agreed to it, with a ton of restrictions. I HAVE TO be in by 3 or they call the cops (she said if we had to make out we had to come in the house. Said they'd leave us alone, but I don't want them being able to listen in! And no, I was not allowed to come in, say "I'm here" and go back out and make out. Why NOT? They won't tell me.), they want the address of the party and me to call before leaving (okay, those are reasonable), and ...they wanna meet him. Mom REALLY, REALLY wants to meet him. Heck, she was trying to get me to draw a picture of him for her, but I wouldn't do it (I can't draw from memory worth shit), so then she tried drawing him from my (bad) descriptions- "Big eyes or small eyes?" "Medium."- looked like a generic man when she was done. Good lord.

Well, it took all day to get them to agree to it (to make a
very long story short, they got mad at me), but they finally
allowed me to go. So long as:
 1. I'm back here by 3 a.m. or they call the cops.
 2. I call them before I leave to go home.
 3. They have the address of the party.
 4. They get to meet you (they said they'd behave!)
Ah, being home can be such a thrill... anyway, sorry I'm so 
late getting back to you on this, let me know when you're 
coming and whatever else. If you need to call I'll be in and
out tomorrow, but should be around some in late 
afternoon/late night, I'll try to check this then.
Jennifer the 12-year-old

> Well, it took all day to get them to agree to it (to 
make a very long story short, they got mad at me),

Aww.  And after you called last night, and everything...
 
> but they finally allowed me to go.
 
Yay!  And I checked with Oli, the host, and he said 'the 
more, the merrier', as I thought he would.  And it turns out
Yamara's going, too. :)
 
> So long as:
 
Utoh.
 
> 1. I'm back here by 3 a.m. or they call the cops.
 
How about if you call at 3am if there's a situtation, in the
unlikely event that there is one?

> 2. I call them before I leave to go home.

That's a good idea.  It's been pointed out to me that the 
roads will be atypically unsafe that night, independent of 
anything I might do.
 
> 3. They have the address of the party.
 
Um, Ok, I can paste in from the invite I got:
 
> --------------
> Following on from the great tradition of Kalina and 
Oliver's New Year's Eve parties, we now announce the new 
and imporved Lynn and Oliver's Lawton Ave New Year's Eve 
party.
 
> When the time?
>         31st December 1998, party o'clock
> 
> Where the place?
>        (it's in Oakland)
> 
> There to meet with the last year of the millenium 
(err ... depending on how you count it).  Our reputable 
meteorologist forecasts fun, with spells of very fun.  Bring
comestibles and/or friends.  Come in costume, or come
 not in costume.  We'd love to see you.
 
> Oli & Lynn
> --------------
And the phone number is (y'all don't need that!)
 
You can also tell them that _my_ dad just said, for completely unrelated
 reasons, "That Oliver, what a cool guy." :)
 
> 4. They get to meet you (they said they'd behave!)
 
Utoh.  Guess I'd better shave and put on some real clothes, 
huh? :)
 
> Ah, being home can be such a thrill... anyway, sorry I'm 
so late getting back to you on this, let me know when you're
coming and whatever else. If you need to call I'll be in and
out tomorrow, but should be around some in late 
afternoon/late night, I'll try to check this then.
 
Tha'ss cool.

> Jennifer the 12-year-old

You sure don't kiss like one... :)

Remington

<>> > Well, it took all day to get them to agree to it (to
make a very long story short, they got mad at me),
 
> Aww.  And after you called last night, and everything...

 Well, it turned into a bloodbath of "I thought you said you
 were coming home at two!"/"No, I didn't, you never said I
 _had_ to. If that's what you wanted, you should have SAID 
so." She didn't agree, and it went on from there, invoking 
the cops and the old dead-in-a-ditch story and
 crying and "Don't you want us to be concerned about you?" 
(No, they don't think it's your fault, they think you're the
innocent victim to my manipulations) Basically it's this 
whole 'you're-under-our-roof-you're-under-our-thumb' thing.

> > but they finally allowed me to go.

> Yay!  And I checked with Oli, the host, and he said 'the 
more, the merrier', as I thought he would.  And it turns out
Yamara's going, too. :)
  
Cool, then I'll know slightly more folks than I thought I 
would.

> > So long as:

> Utoh.

No kidding!
> > 1. I'm back here by 3 a.m. or they call the cops.

> How about if you call at 3am if there's a situtation, in 
the unlikely event that there is one?
 
No. They will absolutely not budge on this one. Ugh, ugh, 
ugh.

> > 2. I call them before I leave to go home.

> That's a good idea.  It's been pointed out to me that the 
roads will be atypically unsafe that night, independent of 
anything I might do.

True.

> > 3. They have the address of the party.
 > When the time?
 >         31st December 1998, party o'clock
 
Huh? Actually, they just wanted to know when you're picking 
me up.

> Come in costume, or come not in costume.

Hmmm. Now I gotta figure out what to wear.
 
> > 4. They get to meet you (they said they'd behave!)

> Utoh.  Guess I'd better shave and put on some real clothes, 
huh? :)
 
Uh, real clothes? Were you borrowing from the emperor's 
closet or something? =)

> > Jennifer the 12-year-old

> You sure don't kiss like one... :)

(invisible blush) Awwwwww...
Jennifer

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