I've got culture coming out of my ass I'm so cultured.
Last night I went to a play at the Purple Rose Theater, a production including my high school friend who is doing an apprenticeship there to beef up his experience. I took Charles, who despite his party stoicism, was great company as I predicted he'd be. And I think he enjoyed it at least as much as I did. It was fucking hilarious.
It was really cool going to the bar afterward and getting to meet the cast and chat with everybody. My buddy's family was there, and I got to chat with them for the first time in a while. It was really cool.
Before that, I tried to go to bible study, but it got cancelled. After the play, I was going to get on the mic at the Open Mic at Tap Room, but we got out of Chelsea too late. So my great big night of culture in religion, theater, and music ended up being just the play, which was still fine with me.
I was hitting on the hottest girl there, and was making great progress, but didn't get her number. But she said she'd like to see me again. I hope she meant it, hee hee.
After she left, a milf from the theater invited me back to her place to drink Scotch and talk on her porch. Unfortunately, Charles had to get home. I really wanted to sip some Scotch, but then I might have had to hit on the milf. She was definitely cool and attractive, and I've been considering older women, but I'm not sure I want to bark up that tree. I didn't even try to get her number. I should hook her up with Dennis if he becomes single any time soon.
When I finally got home after visiting Jeff at Tap Room, I started watching a movie (note; on the way back from Tap Room, I gave a friend a ride to his place. He lives very close to Kris, so I tried to pseudo-stalk her, but she didn't pick up her phone). I had every intention of going to bed, but then Jeff got home and said, "I'm having girls come over." I thought he was full of shit (like, 3 am on a Monday) but they showed up. One of them I'd met before, she's pretty cool, she's a bartender at the Blind Pig. We'd hit it off the last time we met, so I exchanged numbers with her. So like, three flattering chickies in one night. For weeks, nothing, then boom, I feel like a mack-daddy. I know I'm not a mack-daddy, I would've gotten at least two numbers last night if I was, but damn it, it's hard not to feel like one when shit like that happens.
I turned in my resume at Polo. Let's see what happens. Thanks peeps for your input.
I have to work tonight, I hope I'll hear something. You know I'll post it here.
Time to shower, shave, shit, shampoo & shine (note; not in that order). Daddy's gotta make that bread.
It was really cool going to the bar afterward and getting to meet the cast and chat with everybody. My buddy's family was there, and I got to chat with them for the first time in a while. It was really cool.
Before that, I tried to go to bible study, but it got cancelled. After the play, I was going to get on the mic at the Open Mic at Tap Room, but we got out of Chelsea too late. So my great big night of culture in religion, theater, and music ended up being just the play, which was still fine with me.
I was hitting on the hottest girl there, and was making great progress, but didn't get her number. But she said she'd like to see me again. I hope she meant it, hee hee.
After she left, a milf from the theater invited me back to her place to drink Scotch and talk on her porch. Unfortunately, Charles had to get home. I really wanted to sip some Scotch, but then I might have had to hit on the milf. She was definitely cool and attractive, and I've been considering older women, but I'm not sure I want to bark up that tree. I didn't even try to get her number. I should hook her up with Dennis if he becomes single any time soon.
When I finally got home after visiting Jeff at Tap Room, I started watching a movie (note; on the way back from Tap Room, I gave a friend a ride to his place. He lives very close to Kris, so I tried to pseudo-stalk her, but she didn't pick up her phone). I had every intention of going to bed, but then Jeff got home and said, "I'm having girls come over." I thought he was full of shit (like, 3 am on a Monday) but they showed up. One of them I'd met before, she's pretty cool, she's a bartender at the Blind Pig. We'd hit it off the last time we met, so I exchanged numbers with her. So like, three flattering chickies in one night. For weeks, nothing, then boom, I feel like a mack-daddy. I know I'm not a mack-daddy, I would've gotten at least two numbers last night if I was, but damn it, it's hard not to feel like one when shit like that happens.
I turned in my resume at Polo. Let's see what happens. Thanks peeps for your input.
I have to work tonight, I hope I'll hear something. You know I'll post it here.
Time to shower, shave, shit, shampoo & shine (note; not in that order). Daddy's gotta make that bread.