runk

Here's yet another reason why I make a bad grownup: Had a dentist appointment at 8AM today. Woke up at 7:15 and decided that if I cancelled the appointment, I could safely sleep in until 9:30. So, I mustered up enough consciousness to call the dentist, and then consequently enjoyed another hour & a half of sweet sweet slumber.

If ZZ Top were indeed being truthful in that "every girl's crazy about a sharp dressed man", then why haven't comely lasses been throwing themselves at me today? I'm wearing cool silk pants and my most awesome black linen shirt, yet no signals of attraction have been sent my way. Sigh...once again sold a bill of goods by Rock and Roll.

Ungh...last night. Went out for drinks with BHL up at the new Bonfire on Grand. They have killer appetizers, too. Swilled a few, and then went home & swilled some more. I suspect I became a blathering asshole at some point, because roomie just stared at me this morning, and I noticed some of my posts here & on one of my other regular internet hangouts were rather disjointed and pointless. Someone really just needs to hide my keyboard when I cross that line from amusing tippler to incoherent souse.

Well, I'm eastbound and down, loaded up and truckin'. Later!