An Update, and Pseudo Rant
Well, a lot can happen in 5 or 6 days, even if you don't realize that things are actually taking place.
The tattoo is healing up nicely. It's a bit odd to wake up, and there it is, when you've gone 25 years without it on your wrist for all the world to see. I'm loving it, though. Everyone keeps telling me that they've never seen a tat that was all green, and to be honest, I can't recall either, but, it works for me, I think.
I didn't go into great detail about the move, so I suppose that I'll take care of that now....
Saturday night, Ashley and I were up at Taproom for a night cap after I got off work. We were just chilling out, waiting for Master Jesse to show up. She glanced over at a table, and said hello to someone that I recognized from Highland Coffee. This is Chase, her former prom date, and haunter of the coffee shop. He joins us for conversation, and when Ashley and I start talking about my pending move, he volunteers his basement storage space, his grandfather's truck, and his services as a moving man. Quite random, incredibly sweet, and impossible to turn down.
After a relocation to Big Dave's (which blows) Master Jesse arrives, Ashley gets tired. Chase, Jesse, and I then relocate again to Asiatique, which, as a club, also blows. But Jesse and I did regale Chase with a slew of Chuck Norris, and Dead Baby jokes...
Sunday was unproductive with the exception of my tattoo, and hanging out with Lee. Around 9, Chase called, informed me he was off work, and on his way to pick up the truck. I did a slapdash job at packing, but got everything ready to go (I didn't even kill myself on the ladder taking my guitar rack down). He and I got a load or so moved, and chilled out on my front porch waiting for Jesse, since I had no intention of putting my 3 guitars in the back of a pickup. We get the last load and guitars moved, and just hung out for a wee bit. (By the way, the basement of Chase's apartment is like a blood dungeon. Straight out of a horror flick. I love it!!!)
So, I spent 3 nights at Jesse's place, and odd situation because apparently one of his roommates despises me, for no logical known reason. There is always work to go to, which as per usual, usually puts me in a pretty bad mood. Trips to Taproom to unwind. I got to see Garden State for the first time, which kicked ass. (I also saw Grindhouse with Jesse, but I can't remember what day that was...) 360 for food, since I keep forgetting to eat.
Wednesday, I spent most of the day at Highland Coffee, dozing on the couch, writing, and reading. Saw Chase up there several times, (like I said, he haunts the place.) Late in the evening, I met his ex girlfriend Jessica, and when he leaves, she and I continue to talk and chill out. Highland closes, we're still talking, Jesse arrives, and we proceed to loiter until Chase also arrives, and we decided after many "I don't Knows" to head to Taproom to play something called the UnGame Game. Interesting, a conversation starter if nothing else. A fun night, and then Jesse tossed the hot potato that is me over to Chase, since neither of us were tired, and Jesse had much to do the next day.
I've been chilling here since, with the exception Thursday evening due to work. Friday, he and I went to Churchill Downs, and the ponies simply weren't loving us. After a brief stop at the Highland again, he took me to Zen Garden, which I had never been to, and we had a mini feast. Sooo good. After wandering a bit, off to Maido, for dessert, also awesome. Random conversation, whilst I sucked honey off a chopstick (Honey is one of the best things in the world, even if it was meant for the tea...) Rounded out the night with a wander through the park, and Finding Nemo. A good day.
So, there's everything interesting that has happened to me for the last several days. I'm still in the whatever happens, happens mood, but I am becoming more prone to zoning out and pondering, and I know that at some point, I'm going to sit down for a good cry over the situation I have managed to get myself into. For the most part, I'm not worried, and I know that there's nothing worth worrying about, really. But some of my independance has been sacrificed, and it irritates me to no end.
In other news, I had thought that some people I care about were just giving me my space and letting me deal with everything that has been going on lately. Apparently, this isn't the case. In one instance, I've obviously done something wrong, again, because he proceeds to ignore me in public, and in the mentality that only someone on Mojo can have, he's kicked me out of his posse. Since that's the most decisive way to show someone you're mad at them. I hope I eventually figure out what I've done to upset him this time. In another case, they've stopped calling me because THEY'VE done something horrible, that could be wretched for several people involved, myself included, and he's afraid to talk to me about it. But I find out about everything eventually, so, my friend, be aware that I am aware, and I'll let you talk to me when you're ready, just don't wait too long, cause I may be the only one to bail you out of this particular mess.
My idiot sister has gotten herself knocked up by someone about my age, (I swear to god if it turns out I know this kid, it's over!) They live together, she's unemployed (has apparently gotten fired from about 5 jobs in about as many months) he works at a restaurant, she got her car repossessed after 4 months, their phone is cut off, and they just got a new puppy. Bloody brilliant. Of course Sarrah had to "clean the house" as soon as I started asking logical questions like, do you really think you're in a position to handle this? I informed my mother that she has got some FUCKED UP offspring.
So, that should be a decent update for you. I'm still doing well, for the most part, and am eternally grateful to have the friends that I do.
Over and out.
The tattoo is healing up nicely. It's a bit odd to wake up, and there it is, when you've gone 25 years without it on your wrist for all the world to see. I'm loving it, though. Everyone keeps telling me that they've never seen a tat that was all green, and to be honest, I can't recall either, but, it works for me, I think.
I didn't go into great detail about the move, so I suppose that I'll take care of that now....
Saturday night, Ashley and I were up at Taproom for a night cap after I got off work. We were just chilling out, waiting for Master Jesse to show up. She glanced over at a table, and said hello to someone that I recognized from Highland Coffee. This is Chase, her former prom date, and haunter of the coffee shop. He joins us for conversation, and when Ashley and I start talking about my pending move, he volunteers his basement storage space, his grandfather's truck, and his services as a moving man. Quite random, incredibly sweet, and impossible to turn down.
After a relocation to Big Dave's (which blows) Master Jesse arrives, Ashley gets tired. Chase, Jesse, and I then relocate again to Asiatique, which, as a club, also blows. But Jesse and I did regale Chase with a slew of Chuck Norris, and Dead Baby jokes...
Sunday was unproductive with the exception of my tattoo, and hanging out with Lee. Around 9, Chase called, informed me he was off work, and on his way to pick up the truck. I did a slapdash job at packing, but got everything ready to go (I didn't even kill myself on the ladder taking my guitar rack down). He and I got a load or so moved, and chilled out on my front porch waiting for Jesse, since I had no intention of putting my 3 guitars in the back of a pickup. We get the last load and guitars moved, and just hung out for a wee bit. (By the way, the basement of Chase's apartment is like a blood dungeon. Straight out of a horror flick. I love it!!!)
So, I spent 3 nights at Jesse's place, and odd situation because apparently one of his roommates despises me, for no logical known reason. There is always work to go to, which as per usual, usually puts me in a pretty bad mood. Trips to Taproom to unwind. I got to see Garden State for the first time, which kicked ass. (I also saw Grindhouse with Jesse, but I can't remember what day that was...) 360 for food, since I keep forgetting to eat.
Wednesday, I spent most of the day at Highland Coffee, dozing on the couch, writing, and reading. Saw Chase up there several times, (like I said, he haunts the place.) Late in the evening, I met his ex girlfriend Jessica, and when he leaves, she and I continue to talk and chill out. Highland closes, we're still talking, Jesse arrives, and we proceed to loiter until Chase also arrives, and we decided after many "I don't Knows" to head to Taproom to play something called the UnGame Game. Interesting, a conversation starter if nothing else. A fun night, and then Jesse tossed the hot potato that is me over to Chase, since neither of us were tired, and Jesse had much to do the next day.
I've been chilling here since, with the exception Thursday evening due to work. Friday, he and I went to Churchill Downs, and the ponies simply weren't loving us. After a brief stop at the Highland again, he took me to Zen Garden, which I had never been to, and we had a mini feast. Sooo good. After wandering a bit, off to Maido, for dessert, also awesome. Random conversation, whilst I sucked honey off a chopstick (Honey is one of the best things in the world, even if it was meant for the tea...) Rounded out the night with a wander through the park, and Finding Nemo. A good day.
So, there's everything interesting that has happened to me for the last several days. I'm still in the whatever happens, happens mood, but I am becoming more prone to zoning out and pondering, and I know that at some point, I'm going to sit down for a good cry over the situation I have managed to get myself into. For the most part, I'm not worried, and I know that there's nothing worth worrying about, really. But some of my independance has been sacrificed, and it irritates me to no end.
In other news, I had thought that some people I care about were just giving me my space and letting me deal with everything that has been going on lately. Apparently, this isn't the case. In one instance, I've obviously done something wrong, again, because he proceeds to ignore me in public, and in the mentality that only someone on Mojo can have, he's kicked me out of his posse. Since that's the most decisive way to show someone you're mad at them. I hope I eventually figure out what I've done to upset him this time. In another case, they've stopped calling me because THEY'VE done something horrible, that could be wretched for several people involved, myself included, and he's afraid to talk to me about it. But I find out about everything eventually, so, my friend, be aware that I am aware, and I'll let you talk to me when you're ready, just don't wait too long, cause I may be the only one to bail you out of this particular mess.
My idiot sister has gotten herself knocked up by someone about my age, (I swear to god if it turns out I know this kid, it's over!) They live together, she's unemployed (has apparently gotten fired from about 5 jobs in about as many months) he works at a restaurant, she got her car repossessed after 4 months, their phone is cut off, and they just got a new puppy. Bloody brilliant. Of course Sarrah had to "clean the house" as soon as I started asking logical questions like, do you really think you're in a position to handle this? I informed my mother that she has got some FUCKED UP offspring.
So, that should be a decent update for you. I'm still doing well, for the most part, and am eternally grateful to have the friends that I do.
Over and out.