...and who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?
The past days: Monica and Kate drove up last night and arrived around 10pm at the new Monkey House, which as we've decided is too nice to be a monkey house, but as of yet is unnamed so will continue to be referred to as the monkey pad until further notice, at which point we all sat around in the pool until we were pickled and drank beer and admired Monica's stash of booze that Johnnie left. Whew! Long sentence! Anyway, crashed back at original monkey house (I score the comfy couch again and continue to stay out of trouble, kudos to me) and woke up this morning to go to eat at The Good Egg. Delicious omelette and toast. Moved on down to Mill Ave where we hit up Fat Tuesdays, but they had nothing on tap so on to So-Oh to purchase a tube top for Mons-ter and then to Gordon Biersche for a round of day drinking. There's a really nice patio upstairs. Jason (whos phone I've been calling because Meghan gave me the wrong number) gives me a call to find out who I am and why I keep calling him. He was laying there in his shed, where he lives, in Tucson. He's 28. We invited him down for drinks but I guess it was too far for him to drive and anyway, why leave the comfort of your nice cozy shed? He must have gotten the short end of the stick in MASH. Meghan sees Keith leave Urban and I spend a while cursing about that situation, and how it's not really a situation at all I just want some fresh boy around for a while. Back to the monkey pad! For more beers and pool time. I call Terry Pepper while Meghan calls my trouble and I get through while she gets the answering machine drone (undoubtedly for the better). Terry's working away at the Rajun Cajun, but is happy to hear from me and tells me all about his road trip he's planning out to Phoenix. I told him to hurry up before I had to go, but then his manager called him back inside so that was the end of that debacle. Monica and Kate leave back for Orme: Destination unrealistic for us now that I'm back in regular mode. Meg and I hang out with Jenny and Brandon before toodling on our separate ways.
Dilemma: If you desperately want two people who are so perfect for each other to work out, and they want it to work out too, but they're already afraid of fucking up and it's already been fucked up by one person, do you tell the other one and just kill all chances? Because it's the right thing to do?
Dilemma: Is it physically possible for me to exist in this city for two more weeks without calling him when the ghosts are flying all over the place for me and I can't go anywhere or do anything without thinking about him? No wonder he's so confused. When you get out of here it all goes away but when you come back, high school is right there waiting for you. How bad is it for me to call him? I know I'm going to.
And finally, we heard one of the best songs ever on Mix 96.9. I don't know who it's by, but it's a song that spells out the whole existence of 3rd grade for me..."Damn! I wish I was your lover..." are the only words I know. Anyone recognize? Classic early 90's, out around the time Wilson Phillips was popular, it's a girl singing, slowish tempo and lots of keyboards.
Matt Monger, I need new music!!!
Dilemma: If you desperately want two people who are so perfect for each other to work out, and they want it to work out too, but they're already afraid of fucking up and it's already been fucked up by one person, do you tell the other one and just kill all chances? Because it's the right thing to do?
Dilemma: Is it physically possible for me to exist in this city for two more weeks without calling him when the ghosts are flying all over the place for me and I can't go anywhere or do anything without thinking about him? No wonder he's so confused. When you get out of here it all goes away but when you come back, high school is right there waiting for you. How bad is it for me to call him? I know I'm going to.
And finally, we heard one of the best songs ever on Mix 96.9. I don't know who it's by, but it's a song that spells out the whole existence of 3rd grade for me..."Damn! I wish I was your lover..." are the only words I know. Anyone recognize? Classic early 90's, out around the time Wilson Phillips was popular, it's a girl singing, slowish tempo and lots of keyboards.
Matt Monger, I need new music!!!