pantsonfire

due to popular demand the new code name for the girl i like will be castro. like fidel, the dictator. not because she's a dictator, but because she was wearing a castro-style hat out on saturday night and it was hot stuff.

so i'm sitting here at stone creek sucking down iced chai. waiting for band practice. this will be a good one because the guys haven't played with me on my new kit. the kick drum on this one is a bad motherfucker for real.

so last night at the bar with castro, real good time. i came straight over from groppi's and she brought a shirt for me to change into. size medium. somehow that worked (i'm down to a svelte 180 - started '04 around 210, go me!!) and i was looking good. i drank blatz and watched 90210, and we did a few cherry cheesecake shots with tia behind the bar. castro left and i walked her out to her car. we kissed and that was something entirely new for us. i know, i know, we're taking things really slow, but it feels good this way, no pressure, no hurry.

i was on a cloud after that, beaming smiling. drinking more blatz. justin lefty for tour tuesday morning and i got to spend a little time with him before he hit the road. really good guy, this justin, a guy i'm proud to call my friend. i'm gonna miss that s.o.b.

today i lit up some good greens and mounted my bike for a long ride around bay view. hit the bank, where i'm still for the moment a thousandaire, bought farenheit 911 on dvd, and stopped in at the soup market for a bowl of madeira mushroom soup and a roll. then i pick up my car at the shop. i had new brakes put in. now my shitty toyota can actually stop. safety first, i always say!!

happy happy me. pedaling forward in so many ways. taking it slow and keeping my eyes open to soak up every little detail. i feel like a million bucks right now, and i deserve that feeling. i'm busy and it's good busy.