10:04 p.m. - 2006-01-22
a brief history of the weekend.
Im loading up more songs onto my ipod.
It holds a zillion songs and I havent even got 300 on there.
Although a survey of its contents will show that there is almost 3 hours of just Pulp, which explains why they repeatedly come up one after another in the shuffle mode.
Last night was a mish mash night of drinking and meeting up with people.
J gave me some money and I poured all but 5 dollars of it down my throat.
A friend turned 33.
I arrived at 9:30, on time and waited drinking alone is never really fun.
I felt like I was on a blind date and being stood up. 10pm rolled around and they arrived. Then around 1am they got the bill. Not even last call and they were calling it a night.
I walked down to the club.
On my way there I ran into my friend who was standing on the sidewalk we hugged and said we would call each other. He works around the corner from me in a swank hotel, perhaps Ill get a fancy lunch one day. Ive known him since I was...15..he was drunk and was all "I should have professed my love to this girl 10 years ago!" he was with a very gay man who was wearing an amazing hat.
I think he embarrassed himself because then he said goodbye and ran inside.
It made me think that it must be true that any boy you meet that wants to be friends really just wants to kiss you.
This is a guy who I could call at 7am when I woke up hungover somewhere and he would come and get me.
We used to write letters to David Letterman.
He never hit on me, never was anything more than a friend and I love him for that.
But in the end if what he blurted out last night on the sidewalk was true then was it all just for show?
Or did he resign himself to the fact that being my friend was good enough.
I dont know.
I got to the club and got a giant bear hug from the bouncer and went and sat on the stage.
I wanted to dance but Iam not about to dance alone, too many drunken men.
A horrible girl kept coming up the the guys and requesting songs and telling them she would have 27 children for them. She was awful and I felt a tinge of ninja coming over me.
J played the last song and it was a slow song by Richard Hawley that we have danced to before and we danced on stage.
The lights went up and a good friend of mine was there and I was like
"oh you should have found me I would have danced!" but they had got there only 30 minutes before last call.
oh well.
We hopped in a cab and it was the crazy cabbie who always goes on about health, last time it was some mushrooms that you got from the chinese medicine guy, this time it was all about apple cider vinegar.
on and on he went, handing us back laminated sheets about the benefits of apple cider vinegar. The best part is he would say things like "a beautiful girl, very beautiful girl,she has cancer and she says I need to get well and not have the cancer so she drinks the distilled water and apple cider vinegar, she is very beautiful and then no cancer." because I would obviously not believe the story if it was about a very ugly girl, or even a decidedly average girl.
I also gave blood yesterday. So really I should not have been drinking at all because I was down a pint of blood.
I give blood because its the only time I can eat "Dad's Oatmeal Cookies" and Orange drink both things I really really love.
I do my part to save lives.
good night.
