49er's

While 49er's isn't officially over yet, I've done more than I was planning on doing anyway, and won't have time to do anything tomorrow, so I'm just going to sum up the weekend now. Blah.

Friday:
Mostly uneventful. The only thing I did was the bonfire, which was sorta boring, since all we were doing was standing around a large open flame. Sure, there was music, and little glowy-thingies, which did improve the experience, but the drunks and idiots sorta cancelled them out. Meh.

Today:
Pretty fun. The only thing I was planning on doing today was help vaporblue with the club booth at the carnival. Since I went to bed last night at 6 AM and had to wake up at 10:30, I was a little groggy, but I managed. I ended up, on my little off times, winning enough tickets to get a lanyard for free, which isn't really saying much, but hey, it's free. I also bought a 49er's t-shirt, designed by skitzycat.

That evening, I wasn't really planning on doing anything, but Roque, Ted, Jeff, Travis, and pretty much everyone else I know was going to casino night, so I tagged along. I spent the entire evening at the blackjack table with Carlos, my RA, as the dealer. It was pretty fun, since it was only for play money. I could have gone to the craps table or something and made a lot more money, but then I would have lost my seat instantly, so I decided against it.


And so I leave halfway through typing this post, and begin playing old-school N64 video games with my roommates. I started this post at 10:33. Ouch.


Anyway...

All in all, I think we came out slightly ahead, but not enough to win anything in the auction. I wouldn't know, I didn't stick around that long. Once the casino night was over, I headed into the auditorium to see the auction. I didn't know the belly-dancing and Bordello garter auction were before that. I still stayed for the belly-dancing; it's always nice to watch, and I can really see the effort those girls put into it. I was highly surprised that, by the end, the audience had started to boo. I wanted to reach around and choke whoever that was for being so bloody disrespectful. I mean, okay, if you don't like it, fine, you can express your personal opinion to your neighbor, but I can never excuse booing someone performing for you. That warrants a bullet.

Now, I know a lot of those guys were specifically waiting for the Bordello auction, which is a complete mystery to me. I mean, I understand perhaps wanting to give your money to SA, but... I dunno. I'm asexual, and it apparently really showed. In fact, it was during the belly-dancing that I had an interesting conversation in my head on the subject. In this conversation, I was watching the same performance, only outside by a sort of campfire, and speaking with I guess a monk who happened to be seated beside me. It went something like this:

Me: What is it with humans and sexuality anyway?
Guy: What do you mean?
Me: I mean, why are you people so obsessed with sex all the time?
Guy: The way I figure it, it's a drive in us, because we have to spread our particular lineage.
Me: But that's what I don't understand - why must you spread your own lineage?

After that point, as I wasn't really talking to a second mind, I was at a loss for an answer. If someone wishes to enlighten me on the subject, feel free. I mean, I understand sort of, and I understand (trust me) that questioning heterosexuality in this manner is just like someone questioning my asexuality, but the concept is still somewhat alien to me. After some thought, I came up with a semi-theory about why it's so unusual to me, but I'd rather not speak it here. It delves into my own possible sexuality, and, well, I'd just rather not.

So I left halfway through the second garter auction, came back here, and was met by my roommates shortly thereafter, to which we began playing N64. Fun times.

Well, that was the weekend in a short summary. Blargh.