Crumpled

Friday Night, Thalisha and I ran into Clint's dad at Seven Sisters at the BOC (we were treated to a lavish dinner by one of my clients.) He and his wife were there having some drinks and appetisers before coming down to watch Brother. Which convinced me that we should check it out too. I had wanted not to stay very long, but Thalisha was really into hearing them, and Ted and Cheryl invited us to stay at their house for the evening, so we stayed for the whole show.

Brother was enjoyable. They are sort of like a hippy Tool, capitalizing on their aussieness, feigning strong empathic emotion to get into your panties. Leather kilts bagpipes and didgeridoos, you get the picture. They did have an expert sense of sound sesign, and they could play really well, and sing to boot. I simply had a good deal of doubt about to their sincerity and motives, leaving me feeling that they were a bit creepy.

There is a certain look to a manipulative male who passes off as benevolent to many trusting women. The problem is that there is no way to convince an enamoured woman that you are right about them. This doesn't apply to Thalisha, I'm just describing a personality.

I've recently seen a friend of mine fall in with this dude who basically left no outlet to say no. He was so aggressively passive aggressive about hooking up with her that the relationship was de facto. As a result her friends stopped spending any time with her because this guy was always around and nobody else wanted to open a channel to him. relating your reaction to her came across as being judgemental.

ANYWAY... I was talking about the casino.

We also saw several women from belly-dance class, on of my graphic-designer friends, and Neil's mom.

So we stayed a Clint's dad's house, and saw Neils mom, while 2 weeks ago in Hollywood we stayed at Clint's apartment, and saw Neil.

I thought that was funny.