(diaryland) June 30, 2000 - 10:25:12

Well.

Me and Michele went to see three bands last night. They were all very nice. There was deVius, who sound a little bit like Bad Brains, and there was Tribal Clown, a kinda huggable death metal band, and Matramuta, who were very noisy and entertaining.

Then we couldn't think of much else to do, so we went to the city. There we decided to go see some porn, as an experience. We found a place that was open, and we went down a lot of stairs and bought a ticket to the cinema. It cost eleven bucks. I couldn't believe it. That's just a wee bit too expensive, but I suppose it would be worth it if you stayed in the cinema for a really long time.

When we went into the cinema, there was an empty row and we sat down in there. There was a film playing where the chick seemed to have breast implants and she smiled at the camera a lot. She was kinda cool. There were countless close-ups of the, how should I say, intercourse (I don't want to upset innocent readers too much here). There was no storyline. Just copulation. That finished and then another film begun. Same deal. No storyline; just sex. There was a lot of anal.

After about five minutes, the row that we had sat in was suddenly full. Hm. I think everyone in the cinema really liked the fact that there were two girls watching porn. Their reaction was sort of like curious children sidling up to a bright clown. I was glad that I was on the end of the row, against the wall. No-one could sit next to me. There was a man in front of us who kept looking back ALL THE TIME. I wanted to kill him. He was amazingly annoying.

The men in our row promptly started wanking. The one sitting next to Michele kept looking at her. She felt a rustle at her side. She realised it was the man's hand. She said, "Could you please not do that?" so he stopped. He continued looking at her, though, and he had an orgasm. He then sat with his hands in his lap.

I couldn't believe how rude the men in the place were. I was feeling freaked out. I hadn't seen much porn. I just wanted to get out.

When we got up the stairs and onto the street, we heard the cinema door squeak, so of course we thought we were being followed. We walked really fast down the empty streets of the city in the direction of my car. We stopped at the Seven-Eleven to get some food, and there were two drunk guys. One of them kept saying, "Don't upset the girls, please." I didn't get it. Continuing on towards the car, there were some shouty people on the other side of the road. I didn't like them, but they didn't notice us. As soon as we saw my car, we just gave up and ran to it.

It felt nice to be inside it. It was three degrees outside.