Sarah told me something great on saturday.
Sarah told me something great on saturday. (dedicated to Omar)
The heat was heavy yesterday. I liked it. Except when I was in my apartment. Its impossible to do anything when my apartment is over 90 degrees. I took a lot of naps.
Went for a walk. Down Elmwood. Thought about having a drink at Faherty's. They have that nice open air thing going on. But the walk was nice so I continued. Past Off the Wall. The band that had played at Staples the other night was sitting outside. I guess they had been playing out in front of the door because their hat was still in the middle of the sidewalk. They weren't bad. A nice change from most of Buffalo's bar bands.
I got to Lexington. And then it hit me. I realized that it was about to pour. You could feel that too. I decided I needed to head closer to home. I was carrying a notebook and it would die in the rain. So I turned around and walked past the band again. Past Faherty's. Thought about stopping there again, but didn't. Some guy tried to sell me some Canadian money. I was a few steps behind two women. My phone rang. It was Joe. Made tenative plans for Sunday. Hung up. I had passed the women. There was a guy a few steps behind me. He said something about the weather. I agreed. He told me I looked good. Asked me if I wanted to stop and sit for a few minutes. We were at North. I didn't know why not. I didn't know why either. But I told him I had a few minutes. He works construction. Is 23. Isn't looking for anything serious. Just to party. He said "Aren't you the hot adventurous party-girl type?" "Oh, I'm a regular Paris Hilton," I said. "How do you feel about meeting strangers on the street?" He asked. I thought about it for a moment. "I don't know," I said, "It's never happened before." But I had to think if that was true. I thought about New York. I gave him my number.
Went to Sample. Needed something refreshing. Harley made me a pinapple mojito. (Mojito is a cuban spanish word, a derivitive of the verb meaning "to wet".) I drank two. He was making bellinis for some other girls. They looked good. I wanted one too. Then a gin martini. I was chatting with some guy named Art who worked in the insurance business. Some girls showed up. One mentioned that she lives on my block. I told her I was a neighbor. She didn't seem interested in talking with me. Harley puts two olives in a martini. Jesse gives three. I told Harley. He gave me four. I only remember eating one.
I woke up at 7:30. On my couch. The Cosby Show was on. I don't know if I paid my bill.
Cafe 59 is out of bagels. So I'm drinking unsweet tea and a soda and waiting till 11 when I can get soup. And waiting till four when I can go back to Sample and find out if I really walked out on my tab. (This has happened before, but not since I was drinking at Slick Willies.)
Oh, and I think my printer is broken. Very hungover and sweating, I tried to scan somethings and print some other things this morning. Unsuccessful.
On my walk to Cafe 59, a man hanging out between the paper boxes told me to smile. Asked me why I was walking like I was so sad. I told him I wasn't sad, just very hung over. He said, "You had that many beers?" I nodded. He introduced himself (I can't remember his name) and asked me for a dime. I didn't have one. I gave two quarters to Wilbert yesterday. Wilbert with a "T". And a penny. But the penny was an accident.
The last guy that I dated really hated the way I tell stories. Its amazing it lasted a month.
The heat was heavy yesterday. I liked it. Except when I was in my apartment. Its impossible to do anything when my apartment is over 90 degrees. I took a lot of naps.
Went for a walk. Down Elmwood. Thought about having a drink at Faherty's. They have that nice open air thing going on. But the walk was nice so I continued. Past Off the Wall. The band that had played at Staples the other night was sitting outside. I guess they had been playing out in front of the door because their hat was still in the middle of the sidewalk. They weren't bad. A nice change from most of Buffalo's bar bands.
I got to Lexington. And then it hit me. I realized that it was about to pour. You could feel that too. I decided I needed to head closer to home. I was carrying a notebook and it would die in the rain. So I turned around and walked past the band again. Past Faherty's. Thought about stopping there again, but didn't. Some guy tried to sell me some Canadian money. I was a few steps behind two women. My phone rang. It was Joe. Made tenative plans for Sunday. Hung up. I had passed the women. There was a guy a few steps behind me. He said something about the weather. I agreed. He told me I looked good. Asked me if I wanted to stop and sit for a few minutes. We were at North. I didn't know why not. I didn't know why either. But I told him I had a few minutes. He works construction. Is 23. Isn't looking for anything serious. Just to party. He said "Aren't you the hot adventurous party-girl type?" "Oh, I'm a regular Paris Hilton," I said. "How do you feel about meeting strangers on the street?" He asked. I thought about it for a moment. "I don't know," I said, "It's never happened before." But I had to think if that was true. I thought about New York. I gave him my number.
Went to Sample. Needed something refreshing. Harley made me a pinapple mojito. (Mojito is a cuban spanish word, a derivitive of the verb meaning "to wet".) I drank two. He was making bellinis for some other girls. They looked good. I wanted one too. Then a gin martini. I was chatting with some guy named Art who worked in the insurance business. Some girls showed up. One mentioned that she lives on my block. I told her I was a neighbor. She didn't seem interested in talking with me. Harley puts two olives in a martini. Jesse gives three. I told Harley. He gave me four. I only remember eating one.
I woke up at 7:30. On my couch. The Cosby Show was on. I don't know if I paid my bill.
Cafe 59 is out of bagels. So I'm drinking unsweet tea and a soda and waiting till 11 when I can get soup. And waiting till four when I can go back to Sample and find out if I really walked out on my tab. (This has happened before, but not since I was drinking at Slick Willies.)
Oh, and I think my printer is broken. Very hungover and sweating, I tried to scan somethings and print some other things this morning. Unsuccessful.
On my walk to Cafe 59, a man hanging out between the paper boxes told me to smile. Asked me why I was walking like I was so sad. I told him I wasn't sad, just very hung over. He said, "You had that many beers?" I nodded. He introduced himself (I can't remember his name) and asked me for a dime. I didn't have one. I gave two quarters to Wilbert yesterday. Wilbert with a "T". And a penny. But the penny was an accident.
The last guy that I dated really hated the way I tell stories. Its amazing it lasted a month.