Day 3 of my continuing downward spiral.
Out last night with Charlie again and a couple of his mates. Started at the Dallas Bar. Rather dodgy, No surprises. Charlie and a couple of his mates hooked up with a triumvirate of young girls ... who turned out to be 18. Now, I am not particularly agist (my X is 8 years younger than me), but 18 is pretty young - presuming that they were telling the truth.
I may have told one of the girls she had esteem issues. Sigh. She was chatting to one of Charlies friends - who was down from Sydney for the weekend and who has a girlfriend. I may have violated the Secret Boys Code by not covering for him when asked if he had a girlf. It might be all the Plato, but I am taking a hardline moral stance on such issues
. Anyway, I told her to sort herself out, and fuck him off, which lacked tact. But really, if a man of my maturity and years, can't pass on hard-learnt wisdom to poor confused teenagers, who can? (I ammostly taking the piss - I am perpetually 17). Life is too short, we're all (well, mostly, with notable exceptions) looking for the same thing (love, in case you're wondering) and it's not worth fucking around with total fuckwits.
Ok, I've said my piece.
Ended up at Cherry. Haven't been there for ages. Awesome music, as always. Danced like an idiot. Smoked several cigarettes, despite the fact that I don't smoke. I feel crappy today because of it.
Technically I don't drink either, but having consumed much beer in the last 3 days I am completely delusional on this front.
Jamming today - the band are all out of town, but hooking up with a guy from work who is quite the musician, and trying to convince young Charles to play - he plays guitar pretty well, but he has never had a jam. Jamming is the best part of playing music.
But first I need some grease ...
Out last night with Charlie again and a couple of his mates. Started at the Dallas Bar. Rather dodgy, No surprises. Charlie and a couple of his mates hooked up with a triumvirate of young girls ... who turned out to be 18. Now, I am not particularly agist (my X is 8 years younger than me), but 18 is pretty young - presuming that they were telling the truth.
I may have told one of the girls she had esteem issues. Sigh. She was chatting to one of Charlies friends - who was down from Sydney for the weekend and who has a girlfriend. I may have violated the Secret Boys Code by not covering for him when asked if he had a girlf. It might be all the Plato, but I am taking a hardline moral stance on such issues
. Anyway, I told her to sort herself out, and fuck him off, which lacked tact. But really, if a man of my maturity and years, can't pass on hard-learnt wisdom to poor confused teenagers, who can? (I ammostly taking the piss - I am perpetually 17). Life is too short, we're all (well, mostly, with notable exceptions) looking for the same thing (love, in case you're wondering) and it's not worth fucking around with total fuckwits.
Ok, I've said my piece.
Ended up at Cherry. Haven't been there for ages. Awesome music, as always. Danced like an idiot. Smoked several cigarettes, despite the fact that I don't smoke. I feel crappy today because of it.
Technically I don't drink either, but having consumed much beer in the last 3 days I am completely delusional on this front.
Jamming today - the band are all out of town, but hooking up with a guy from work who is quite the musician, and trying to convince young Charles to play - he plays guitar pretty well, but he has never had a jam. Jamming is the best part of playing music.
But first I need some grease ...