Wait, I gotta re-do my journal. Being sick from drinking is no excuse to blow it off.
Last night, my brother and I decide (no surprise here) we need to go out. My friend John leaves his bartending shift, and plans to meet us at Tuman's Alcohol Abuse Center I'm the first to arrive (again, no surprise) and I notice a distinct laugh. So I look around, and I notice blonde hair....no, platinum blonde hair. Yeah, that's my co-worker's wife. They live down the street from me. More importantly, they are sitting with out of town company. Shit. There's my ex from California. Luckily, I'm looking sharp, still sober, and hiding my uncut hair that looks like ass anyway. I greet my ex's sister (who I slept with first) and continue the greetings. My brother shows up...then Johnny, then numerous shots, then...you guessed it, courage. The ex and I engage in conversation...she works with ALL the movie stars in Hollywood, so I get the dirt on all of 'em. My favorite to date, is George Clooney cheering the fact that he fucked Lucy Lu in the ass. ANYWAY, she still has one of the cats I bought her 9 years ago, so conversation is sweet and innocent at first...then....relationships and sex makes it's way into the mix. Yeah, I'm gonna yadda yadda the rest, because truthfully, it was painful. At the end of the night, when Johnny and I are "saving" two of my very hot friends (they model) from guys they don't want to talk to, and they leave us sitting there. Everyone else has left, John and I have run out of conversation, and my mind goes right back to my ex. So I ponder why I was so against moving to Cali, why I was such a chicken shit, and why I thought we were so different. At least she is sharing my bracelets with Hollywood...maybe I'll be almost famous someday.
Last night, my brother and I decide (no surprise here) we need to go out. My friend John leaves his bartending shift, and plans to meet us at Tuman's Alcohol Abuse Center I'm the first to arrive (again, no surprise) and I notice a distinct laugh. So I look around, and I notice blonde hair....no, platinum blonde hair. Yeah, that's my co-worker's wife. They live down the street from me. More importantly, they are sitting with out of town company. Shit. There's my ex from California. Luckily, I'm looking sharp, still sober, and hiding my uncut hair that looks like ass anyway. I greet my ex's sister (who I slept with first) and continue the greetings. My brother shows up...then Johnny, then numerous shots, then...you guessed it, courage. The ex and I engage in conversation...she works with ALL the movie stars in Hollywood, so I get the dirt on all of 'em. My favorite to date, is George Clooney cheering the fact that he fucked Lucy Lu in the ass. ANYWAY, she still has one of the cats I bought her 9 years ago, so conversation is sweet and innocent at first...then....relationships and sex makes it's way into the mix. Yeah, I'm gonna yadda yadda the rest, because truthfully, it was painful. At the end of the night, when Johnny and I are "saving" two of my very hot friends (they model) from guys they don't want to talk to, and they leave us sitting there. Everyone else has left, John and I have run out of conversation, and my mind goes right back to my ex. So I ponder why I was so against moving to Cali, why I was such a chicken shit, and why I thought we were so different. At least she is sharing my bracelets with Hollywood...maybe I'll be almost famous someday.
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seda:
Thank you darlin.. *smiles*
shicawgo:
Merry Christmas if you celebrate! 