bostonbootgirl

I've decided that I really like having people over our house.

I'm antisocial for the most part. I hate most people, crowds, mindless noise and general bullshit. I don't shop. Don't go to movies. Don't go to dance clubs. If I have to go to an event where I don't know anyone it's like having my teeth pulled. I like it under my rock, dammit. Or in a dark bar drinking dark beer.

But for once in our antisocial lives (MrMatt is the same exact way) we have come to know some very cool people. They were at our house the other night for a lasagna feast. I'm endlessly happy that people can just chill out, be themselves, and talk with other intelligent people at our place. Oh yeah.... and eat, drink and be merry! We will be sure to have more gatherings in the future along with late night palaver (which, really, is one of my great joys in life).

January is coming up and it's nose to the grindstone again. I will be painting my motherfucking head off. I have so many art ideas spouting out I don't think I have the time to pursue all of them. I'm also heading back to the gym in a hardcore way. Gotta get me kayaking arms back!

So with that I leave you with some Tom Waits lyrics. This if for Matt and his Navy days.

We sail tonight for Singapore,
we're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny Moor,
took off to the land of Nod
Drank with all the Chinamen,
walked the sewers of Paris
I danced along a colored wind,
dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me

We sail tonight for Singapore,
don't fall asleep while you're ashore
Cross your heart and hope to die
when you hear the children cry
Let marrow bone and cleaver choose
while making feet for children shoes
Through the alley, back from hell,
when you hear that steeple bell
You must say goodbye to me

Wipe him down with gasoline
'til his arms are hard and mean
From now on boys this iron boat's your home
So heave away, boys

We sail tonight for Singapore,
take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door,
the whole town's made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam,
they all become Italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth,
get yourself a dollar's worth
Away boys, away boys, heave away

The captain is a one-armed dwarf,
he's throwing dice along the wharf
In the land of the blind
the one-eyed man is king, so take this ring

We sail tonight for Singapore,
we're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny Moor,
took off to the land of Nod
Drank with all the Chinamen,
walked the sewers of Paris
I drank along a colored wind,
I dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me