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Polyamorous sushi and a monogamous car

This is a true story. It's a tale of sex and sushi and public transportation, of long walks and human determination.

The story is true. The sex part will probably wait 'til another post, but the events portrayed in this tale actually happened. In fact, they happened last night.

First, though, a bit of backstory is necessary, just to introduce the characters and set the scene. Shakespeare (who really is very good in spite of all the folks who say he really is very good, much like Herman Melville, who also really is very good in spite of all the folks who say he really is very good) would use a ghost or a bunch of witches or something to introduce this bit. I'll just use exposition.

I have a roommate, whose name is David, and I have a sweetie who lives in Chicago, whose name (in LJ-land) is dayo. David introduced me to sushi; I introduced David to dayo.

The two of them have been talking muchly of late, and Webcamming until o-god thirty in the morning, and generally having a hell of a time getting to know one another, and their mutual connection is becoming a mutual relationship. Which is very tidy, really, if you ask me.

dayo is in town visiting for the weekend, and we've been having a blast. I picked her up from the airport yesterday at a completely unreasonable hour of the morning, and after breakfast and some fooling around of the type forbidden in most Muslim nations, I decided to take a nap, and she and David decided to spend some quality time getting to know one another in person. (One of the reasons I know I'm poly right down to my bones is there's very little that delights me quite as much as waking up to the sounds of friends and lovers having fun with each other. I would greatly love living in a household with my lovers and their lovers and so on...but I digress.)

Anyway, that's just the backstory. The tale which I am by degrees approaching is about sushi.




Now, I drive a tiny two-seat car. This car, as I've related on many other occasions, really isn't terribly poly-friendly; in fact, a two-seat car is quite a foolish thing indeed for a poly person to own. I do greatly love my car, though; it's a Honda del Sol, similar to this one, only white:

Yeah, I know, not good for polyamorous relationships


Sexy, innit?

Anyway, since David's car was totaled by an unlicensed, uninsured driver, this car has been our only means of transportation. Which poses something of a conundrum when we decide to go to sushi. Which we did, last night.

Atlanta does have public transportation, kind of. It's the sort that makes folks from cities like Chicago or San Francisco or--well, hell, nearly any other major metropolitan ares in the world, really--point and laugh, but public transportation nonetheless.

Yesterday was pleasant and cool, there's a subway stop near (for some value of "near") to the sushi place, and there's another subway stop ten minutes from my house, so we had a plan.

At least something as close to a "plan" as I ever have, which is not very close, now that I think about it.




But anyway. Armed with this plan, we set about making a sushi run. I drove David down to the subway stop, turned around and came back home, then drove dayo down to the subway stop. Now, observant readers reasonably skilled in elementary arithmetic will already have seen one flaw, which is that this left David sitting at the subway station for nearly half an hour. A ten-minute trip becomes a twenty-minute wait when you consider the time spent driving back and then returning--and due to certain peculiarities involving space-time, twenty minutes in a subway station is a lot more than twenty minutes spent anywhere else save a dentist's office or an insurance seminar. And there's little to do in a subway station; read the warning signs posted on the walls, look at the ads plastered on every flat surface, plot the invasion of France, that's really about it.

But no matter.

From there our train ride to the Atlanta Civic Center subway stop was fast and effortless, remarkable only for the odd looks of fellow passengers when they saw dayo holding hands with David and I, as if they'd never seen someone holding hands before, I dunno.

Problem is, we didn't want to go to the Atlanta Civic Center subway stop. We actually wanted to go to the Atlanta Arts Center subway stop.




We realized the error when the GPS built into the iPhone, without which I would probably not be here right now to relate this tale, informed us through the magic of Google Maps that we were five miles from our destination. This engendered a certain degree of confusion, made all the worse by the fact that the Atlanta transit Web site doesn't actually appear to have te correct address for all the subway stops.

dayo handles logistics and transportation for a living. If you're ever lost, let the logistics person sort it out. Just sayin'.

Back onto the subway for a ride to the correct stop, then a walk (1.9 miles, according to the iPhone) to Sushi House.

Yeah, it really is that good. Though the walk did take us past several Mexican restaurants, and we were hungry enough to be tempted, as Jesus was in the desert ("lessee, slow death by crucifixion, tasty and delicious burritos with spicy beef. Slow death by crucifixion, tasty and delicious burritos with spicy beef. Um, do the burritos have sour cream on them? Because I don't like sour cream." But again, I digress.)




Sushi House arrived on the horizon like the golden dawn of a new day after a long night of trials and tribulations in the desert.

Okay, so that's a lie. Sushi House is in a strip mall behind a gas station, and you can't even see it 'til you're on top of it. But the gas station arrived on the horizon like the golden dawn of a new day after a long night of trials and tribulations in the desert.

And they were open, something we hadn't thought to verify before setting out.

Now, Sushi House is very good sushi. I mean very good sushi. Sushi good enough to warrant a two-mile walk after two hours of thrashing around with Atlanta's public transportation and a two-seater car. It is to sushi what Liberace was to faux fur and sequins. It is, as I've said before, an orgy for the tongue.

And just as the added touch, the cherry atop the sundae of awesome with extra awesomesauce, I have a crush on one of the people who works there.

I currently have three outstanding unrequited crushes. One of them is on sulenda, and there's little more frustrating in the world than a mad crush on a lesbian woman who lives on a different continent. One of them is on Tristan Taormino, who produces and directs porn and writes books and wins literary awards and speaks at Ivy League universities. And one of them is on the person who works at Sushi House and brings me sushi that's the best thing you can put in your mouth without taking your clothes off.

By this time, five hours had passed since the start of the entire escapade, and the prospect of an additional five hours 'twixt us and returning home to the Monkey Rocker was too much to bear, so we cheated mightily and called a cab.

Which is a lot less interesting in the telling than the trip to the sushi was.

Our return home is the point at which the story takes a turn toward the kinky sex, so I shall wrap this up here and take a small bow. The second part of the tale is here, and as you may imagine, is profoundly not safe for work.

Mmm, sushi.


Comments

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james_the_evil1
Nov. 9th, 2008 07:16 pm (UTC)
Franklin, I wasn't aware that you're also a fan of Tristan's. You know she has an LJ and an LJ community, yes? I ask because she's not on your f-list.

Her lj is ass_whisperer and she usually posts once or more a day by Twitter and then longer posts other times. The community is puckerup but she doesn't post there too often.

Her posts are generally fun & informative and I've had some nice interaction with her via comments there as well as in other correspondence.
cjhm
Nov. 9th, 2008 08:39 pm (UTC)
Hmmm oddly hungry for sushi now. Had dessert this morning and now, after reading this, I seem to be hungry........
sdunn711
Nov. 9th, 2008 08:52 pm (UTC)
I thoroughly enjoyed part 1 and do I really have to say that I'm certain I'll enjoy part 2 even more? heh heh
polylizzy
Nov. 9th, 2008 08:54 pm (UTC)
yeah where is part 2???

HUH???

HUH????

Some of us need to live our love lives vicariously through others ya know!!!!!
ashbet
Nov. 9th, 2008 10:05 pm (UTC)
In relation to your first section, I just had the interesting and unprecedented experience of having two of my existing partners flirting with and effectively vetting a new potential interest for me . . . the poor boy was a recipient of our first three-way flirt, and I'm not sure he knows quite what hit him. I'm in a really cheery mood at the moment, needless to say ^_^

Sounds like a delightful day (barring the transportation difficulties), and I look forward to reading Part 2!! (Also, LMFAO at crucifixion vs. burritos!)

-- A :D
physicsduck
Nov. 9th, 2008 10:43 pm (UTC)


I applaud your choice of vehicle. ;)
knaw
Nov. 9th, 2008 11:03 pm (UTC)
As recommended by a friend.
Hello,

I'm Gavin, alias knaw and I've added you on the recommendation of faunal_fantasy, after she read your advice on how to read a URL.

Reading through the rest of your 'Journal, I see that you not only post quality articles but keep it bang up-to-date as well.
freyaw
Nov. 9th, 2008 11:10 pm (UTC)
You mean other people don't put a book in their handbag before leaving the house just in case they're left alone for ten minutes? I chose my handbag based on whether I could fit both my wallet and a paperback in there!
delphinea
Nov. 10th, 2008 12:52 am (UTC)
Gee, repeat of the DragonCon transpo situation, eh? Maybe your next car should look like this - http://thighswideshut.org/images/transport/electric_mayhem_teeth_bus.jpg
or maybe like this - http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/43056409_ed377cc6d0.jpg?v=0
Which is only made funnier because while looking for that pic, I found this one - http://static.flickr.com/102/289010948_5e3a5c6ca7.jpg

Bwahahahahaha!!!

But seriously, *I* would happily date a guy who had the balls to drive the first one on a mass date! Woohoo! Hehe!
james_the_evil1
Nov. 10th, 2008 02:48 am (UTC)
Psh. This's FRANKLIN. He needs one of these:
delphinea
Nov. 10th, 2008 07:02 pm (UTC)
Heehee!
tikvah
Nov. 10th, 2008 03:00 am (UTC)
Sushi and sex? Sounds like a perfect evening!
tacit
Nov. 12th, 2008 03:10 pm (UTC)
Indeed! :D
cheerilyxmorbid
Nov. 10th, 2008 03:24 am (UTC)
You, my dear, need a bigger car. Even though it wouldn't be as sexy as your little monogamous Honda. (BTW, any update on insurance wranglings and David's car situation?)
Mmm. Sushi. A trip to Sushi House may be in the plans when I'm back in Atlanta for Christmas.
tacit
Nov. 12th, 2008 03:10 pm (UTC)
David's insurance company has cut him a check for the value of his car, minus the deductible from his uninsured motorist coverage (which was substantial). They plan to sue the owner of the car that hit us; if they're successful, he'll get the remainder fo the worth of his car.
(Anonymous)
Nov. 10th, 2008 11:57 am (UTC)
Jesus burrito temptation -- priceless!!
:-))))

- Ola
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