torihoney

it always trips me out to see the same stretch of highway, or scenery that you suddenly see in a whole new way. yesterday all the details jumped right out at me, and the desolate cowtown stretch of highway between my home and work seemed well, almost beautiful. sunsets and sunrises are amazing things, that the slant of the sun can create such brilliant colors for such a fleeting amount of time seems like both a gyp and really precious, all at once. but i ramble...
so i've decided that i am going to drink beer when i go to bars from now on. i wish i could make the jump to wine, but frankly it all tastes like rotten grapes to me (except boones farm, but that isn't wine and it's probably the errant hillbilly gene talking here). and i love dive bars, the dinginess, the atmosphere, the crowd of strangers milling about, and the scent of desperation wafting off them. if no one talks to you, it can be almost a perfect night, as long as you take a friend along that always has an opinion for any topic of conversation that could come up. another great thing about dive bars is that there aren't any platters of cheese toast or some asshole wearing too much flair bugging you every 3 minutes to get you another drink. thanks, but the legs work fine, i'll use them to walk over to the bar when i'm ready. or maybe i'm just trollish and the thought of having to make nice with people while not getting paid obscene amounts to justify it proves difficult from time to time.
is there anything better than the modern incarnation of the mix tape: the mix cd? i seriously think not. i need to go down to lou's or off the record and drop some cash, i'm itching for some new music...