Today I ran 6 whole miles without stopping. I was proud and high. Then I went to the locker room and got a call from my dad telling me my grandmother had died. She was on her way out for most of the past year, but still it was hard to hear. After I got off the phone I sat in the steam room and cried. Later on I went to ACE and met up with my former neighbors Vyeseleph and Skryche, and my newish friend Stacycats, and met some new SG folks as well. That was fun. I had a couple of drinks in celebration of my run and in memory of my grandma Dede. I haven't had a drink since New Year's Eve so 2 vodkas did a pretty good number on me. Then I went to the Donger to have Vietnamese food with some old friends, 2 of whom are leaving town tomorrow after a few days visiting NYC. Had another drink there. Then we went to this bar on Walker where I'd been to a burner party before. It's kind of a shmancy place but the burner party was fun cuz there was public spanking goin on and other mischief, so I thought it would be fun to go back. Tonight however, being Saturday, the bridge and tunnel crowd was rollin deep and even a fourth vodka-soda couldn't make that place fun. So for kicks I made a counter out of four small tables in one corner of the bar where people had been dropping their coats, and I threw some singles into my upturned hat and pretended I was in charge of coat check. Several confused-looking people handed me their coats and gave me their initials when asked. They looked guiltily at my tip jar but no one actually came forward with the cash. Oh well, it was some good laughs.

I'm gonna sleep a lot tomorrow and monday I think. On Tuesday I run three miles and then I fly home to Alabama to see my grandfather and the rest of my family.