stasis.
yesterday was my saturday.
often people, when facing a few days off would call that their friday, but that's ridiculous. today is sunday. i'm off till wednesday.
fuckin' a.
it was one of those days when everything is great.
it feels as if something has aligned perfectly, whether it be the planets or dust,
doesn't really matter, the point and the fact is that yr unstoppable.
i'm convinced that when yr positive, you will the fortunate to become more likely.
actually had some fun at work, even asked the new waitress if she wanted to get all dressed up and go out and get shitfaced. she seemed pretty receptive, but she seems a little timid. maybe just reserved. i don't really know anything about her but i think that i may intimidate her a little. i didn't get a chance to see her again before she left to let her know i was only half kidding.
didn't matter. i got off work pretty early and at home there was a message from the man who lands the eagles for me. just in time...i arranged to meet him tomorrow, then got dressed up and went out.
i walked a few steps past, then turned back and went into Natasha's for some of the only Guinness on tap in town. a girl i've worked with for quite awhile works there, and i know the main bartenders very well. i sat and talked to them as i had two pints, then left for the other bar. was almost there when i saw what appeared to be an attractive girl walking toward me on the sidewalk. it was too dark to see her face and she was wearing a brimmed hat, but i'd already decided that i was going to say hi to her as we passed. when we were closer, she looked up and it was a girl that i know and quite like but hadn't seen for a few months, since the last jazz night. she sings Norah Jones and Marvin Gaye songs usually. i think she likes me too--we've done a fair amount of flirting. well...maybe more like i've done a lot of flirting with her, but she seems to like it. she was all smiles as we stood there on the sidewalk and talked for a few minutes, mostly about our summers thus far. we agreed that we need to get together. i told her that i'd cook for her--i didn't know that she didn't know that i was a chef... so she gave me her number.
when i finally arrived at the bar, a couple of buddies of mine, Scotty and Dale were there.
Scotty resembles Kyle Gass, and he hangs out with Jimmy, who resembles Jack Black. i couldn't believe that i was the first person to point out the obvious Tenacious D thing that they had going on when i met them.
Dale looks like a guy from small town Kansas named Dale. he's a pretty cool guy and surprisingly hip, but you'd never guess it by looking at him. he always buys crazy shots for us. i can't remember what he called it, but it was a shot glass of 151 dropped in a rocks glass of sprite.
tastes like burning, and after 5 pints of Guinness, it was unnecessary... so was the 6th pint that we made into car bombs.
yike--i just remembered the 7th pint "to wash down the shots with." that was probably about the time the alignment of whatever shifted.
i walked home and was uncomfortable; too drunk to sleep, but not drunk enough to pass out. i was sour, got up and made myself puke. sometimes it helps. i was kind of pissed off when the sun came up.
woke up this afternoon and the happy was gone, replaced by wobbly, and everything smelled strange and tasted bad. still i ran the three- hour-round-trip errand to lawrence.
i'm enjoying this summer despite the unpleasant moments--
nobody goes through life without stepping in shit sometimes.
which leads us back to stasis.
yesterday was my saturday.
often people, when facing a few days off would call that their friday, but that's ridiculous. today is sunday. i'm off till wednesday.
fuckin' a.
it was one of those days when everything is great.
it feels as if something has aligned perfectly, whether it be the planets or dust,
doesn't really matter, the point and the fact is that yr unstoppable.
i'm convinced that when yr positive, you will the fortunate to become more likely.
actually had some fun at work, even asked the new waitress if she wanted to get all dressed up and go out and get shitfaced. she seemed pretty receptive, but she seems a little timid. maybe just reserved. i don't really know anything about her but i think that i may intimidate her a little. i didn't get a chance to see her again before she left to let her know i was only half kidding.
didn't matter. i got off work pretty early and at home there was a message from the man who lands the eagles for me. just in time...i arranged to meet him tomorrow, then got dressed up and went out.
i walked a few steps past, then turned back and went into Natasha's for some of the only Guinness on tap in town. a girl i've worked with for quite awhile works there, and i know the main bartenders very well. i sat and talked to them as i had two pints, then left for the other bar. was almost there when i saw what appeared to be an attractive girl walking toward me on the sidewalk. it was too dark to see her face and she was wearing a brimmed hat, but i'd already decided that i was going to say hi to her as we passed. when we were closer, she looked up and it was a girl that i know and quite like but hadn't seen for a few months, since the last jazz night. she sings Norah Jones and Marvin Gaye songs usually. i think she likes me too--we've done a fair amount of flirting. well...maybe more like i've done a lot of flirting with her, but she seems to like it. she was all smiles as we stood there on the sidewalk and talked for a few minutes, mostly about our summers thus far. we agreed that we need to get together. i told her that i'd cook for her--i didn't know that she didn't know that i was a chef... so she gave me her number.
when i finally arrived at the bar, a couple of buddies of mine, Scotty and Dale were there.
Scotty resembles Kyle Gass, and he hangs out with Jimmy, who resembles Jack Black. i couldn't believe that i was the first person to point out the obvious Tenacious D thing that they had going on when i met them.
Dale looks like a guy from small town Kansas named Dale. he's a pretty cool guy and surprisingly hip, but you'd never guess it by looking at him. he always buys crazy shots for us. i can't remember what he called it, but it was a shot glass of 151 dropped in a rocks glass of sprite.
tastes like burning, and after 5 pints of Guinness, it was unnecessary... so was the 6th pint that we made into car bombs.
yike--i just remembered the 7th pint "to wash down the shots with." that was probably about the time the alignment of whatever shifted.
i walked home and was uncomfortable; too drunk to sleep, but not drunk enough to pass out. i was sour, got up and made myself puke. sometimes it helps. i was kind of pissed off when the sun came up.
woke up this afternoon and the happy was gone, replaced by wobbly, and everything smelled strange and tasted bad. still i ran the three- hour-round-trip errand to lawrence.
i'm enjoying this summer despite the unpleasant moments--
nobody goes through life without stepping in shit sometimes.
which leads us back to stasis.