Figure 1. Mystery bruise.
Monday: Tequila medicine to battle sickness. Double shot at SEA/TAC airport. Huge hard on for Seattle boys with their charming mix of urban/cosmopolitan chiq and outdoor survival skills.
Tuesday: More tequila medicine and a wrastlin' watching date. Should be more careful with young boys' hearts.
Wednesday: Watched Lost. Switched to whisky medicine. Closed the bar. Slumber party with my BFF.
Thursday: imagoldfish's birthday. Bought her flowers. Took her to favorite restaurant (i.e., Denny's). Had mostly drowned cold/flu virus with Maker's Mark and Diet Coke cocktails. Recovery at about 70%. Ran some (failed) game on a bartender. Got freaked out by man speaking in tongues at the bus stop. Home by 4:30 am. Note to self: Do NOT take chicago public transit home at 3 a.m.
Friday: Had "the Rage" all day at work. Ate mexican food. Watched a fantastic indie film that was written by one of imagoldfish's bangin' buddies. Geeked out with Rat Patrol guy about tall bikes. Had a fascinating conversation with a 21 yr old squatter who'd been squatting professionally for four years. Met up with an old partner in crime. Danced my tuckus off like a fiend at hip hop club. Did not give out my phone number.
Saturday: Felt like shit most of the day. Recuperated by scrubbing bathroom and tidying up appt. Went to Halloween party without a costume but with a gorgeous venetian masque. Met: a Cookie Monster on Crack, a Franzia bottle who actually had a functioning spout, a sexy sudoku, a geisha, a "growing boy" with a ridiculous bulge in his pants, a Borat, a green crayon, Ms. Peacock and Colonel Mustard, a dirty hippie, and the back half of horse. Thwarted advances from young boy (See Tuesday). Passed out with imagoldfish.
Sunday: Discovered enormous mystery bruise (See Figure 1). Delicious brunch but terrible service. Coveted John Fluevogs. Tried to firm up thesis so it can get bound and I can (finally) graduate, but could only stare blankly at LaTeX. Wanted to cry. Thinking about experimenting with sobriety.
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right now i'm perfectly content with being bored as an alternative to being in relationship mode. i don't really think i'd have the energy to really go through with it, nor, given past experiences, do i really think i'd be all that interested in trying. but man, i want to do something, you know? i think i should at least concern myself with the basics of being social before jumping into something like that.