Week's end and all that. Includes Medieval CLex Part VI

For those of you looking for more of my story, keep reading. There's a cut tag at the end for you.

So . . . the post-birthday week went fairly well. There was TGIFriday's for lunch on Wednesday -- which was actually an interesting amalgation of "Happy Birthday", "Welcome New Person", and "Good Riddance to Useless-Waste-of-Space-Person".

Now that's the way to kill birds with stones -- three different purposes, three different people, all in one fell swoop.

lucifrix took me to a place called Jones for a birthday dinner on Friday night. It was a nifty experience, and the fried chicken was absolutely wonderful -- as were the chicken-and-shrimp dumplings. It was also nice to have the chance to talk outside of work.

On Saturday night, I worked until eight at the mall, and then Amanda and I snuck off and went to dinner at a new place in the area called GoodFellas. I say "snuck off" because the management very blatantly disapproves of our friendship and has gone so far as to attempt to institute a ban on fraternization at or outside of work.

What the fuck?

We're both just salespeople, so it's not like there's some sort of favoritism thing going on. The only thing I can think of is that TPTB has discovered our nefarious plot to take over the world!!

Ahem. Got a little carried away there. Anyway, it's weird no matter how you slice it.

So, you know . . . lots of birthday goodness going on this week.

In other news, I hear that thamiris will be writing a Clark/Lex Inquisition story. Although initially I was quite excited, because I love her stories and am ceaselessly impressed by her writing skills . . . I'm quite worried about how my poor little Medieval Clex will suffer in comparison.

I mean . . . Thamiris doesn't do metaphors. She does conceits. Her similes are like monuments, her plots are never less than Biblical in length, and the quality of her themes makes the Mariana Trench look like a creekbed.

Sigh. I can't wait to read whatever she writes, and yet I am now creatively paralyzed with fear . . . mostly that nothing I could write would ever measure up, and that my story would look like a shoddy knockoff in comparison.

Maybe that's just the rabid insecurity talking.

So in a fit of some insanity, I jumped ahead in my story and wrote "The Revelation of Attraction" scene.

( Medieval Clex, Part IV. )

Other parts are in the following links:

Part I.
Part II.
Part III.