I keep thinking of things to mention here and then I persist in neglecting to mention them. I took my boy out on Tuesday night, planning being made while under the impression that he did not have work the next morning. He did, as did I of course, but we decided to go out anyway. Karaoke, yo. Plus I was hit on twice! HA! One time, there was a boy who stood near me at the bar, and then he asked me for a straw. And then I gave him a straw!! Seriously, that gave me the giggles for a good ten minutes. And then there was a boy who was Irish or Scottish or something, who had been giving the serious eye to both my boy and I, who gave me a hug and told me I was a beautiful man when he was on his way out the door. Then we ate hot dogs and I seem to recall flinging bits of sauerkraut into the middle of the street.
The next day we woke up bright and early at 11:30 in the morning, which was a good three hours after we should have gotten up. Both of us were late to work, and I realized that I had lost my cell phone. So I stumbled to work hours and hours late, and then I left again to go get lunch, and then I left work to buy a new cell phone. Mike had already gone back to the bars of the night before, and nobody had my phone, and for some reason I had turned the damned thing off. So I was shopping at the AT&T store for a replacement, and I realized that I had just put my phone in the inside pocket of my bag specifically so it would not fall out at a bar. It really is lovely when you completely outwit yourself. I even put the phone in the inside pocket well before drinking began, so I have even less of an excuse than usual.
Then today I discovered that WinAmp streams radio stations. This has realy and truly made my week. http://64.236.34.196:80/stream/1024. Bounce with me. Everyone. Bounce.
Currently the sky is louring, and I have a dinner date for some ShabuShabu. Also last night I had a dream that I beat some guy's head against the oven door in order to protect a handful of...these...(sigh)...these four pink puffy satin headbands I was protecting. But I was not protecting them because they were pink satin headbands -- they were just the keys to power in this alternate cyber-universe the guy was trying to rule. I felt very tough in that I beat someone up, but I still recall being very hesitant about it. Picture, if you can, me gingerly beating someone's head in an oven door, and you might have the right idea.
Any of the above might have made a very funny story under the right circumstances. I have not the patience at the moment, as I am skimming along under the influence of a lot of happy hardcore. Bounce!