Same Bat channel, same Bat time...
Okay, I'm grumpy and need to vent:
I stayed at Dylan's last night because... well... we were drunk. We went to The Roxy (!) of all places and drank our faces straight up our asses. I met a pretty girl named Sunny, but her friend and Dylan would have nothing to do with each other. Sooo... Sunny gave me her number and told me to call her later. I did. No answer. No worries.
Today, I slept in. I needed it. I don't get headachey-hangovers ever... but today was as close as I get. Woozy and clouded. Anyway, deciding that I shouldn't be inside, I went browsing around downtown. I had lunch at Cactus Club (I know I shouldn't be spending money with the album so close... but what the hell?). I wandered down Robson, browsed through Virgin Records (fun... but I can't understand why anybody would actually BUY something from them. WAY overpriced! In most cases... double what A&B sells music for), and strolled up Granville. I bought a couple of nice shirts from Winners. I figured I hadn't got myself anything with buttons or collars since I needed shirts like that for my last job... so why not? These were nice and half price. Dig it.
I went to Speakeasy for dinner. Spending too much money today. Have to stop.
Sunny called me. She appologized for last night... saying that she was so tired when she got home that she just passed out in her clothes on her couch. Okay, fair enough. So... wanna do something tonight? Sure! She had a few people coming over for dinner... but said we could go for a drink after that. Sounds good.
I went to The Royal. Home of the $2.75 Heineken. If I'm going to drink tonight, it best be cheap. I've already warned myself twice about spending (and ignored the cost of the shirts). I was hoping to see Tiffany Poirier (a girl who I am supposed to perform with on Friday), but she didn't play tonight. She has a weekly gig there, but I guess she took a night off. That was the beginning of the downward slide. I knew Sunny would be a while with her dinner party... so I decided to read my book. And drink. And drink. Fuck! What was I thinking?!? I had already had 3 beers throughout the course of the day (2 Guinesses and an Udder Ale)... so what's another six Heinekens? Oh right. It's bad. Now I'm significantly blurry and still sitting by myself (despite a couple of games of pool and a brief sit down with a couple of girls who joined me. Although very nice to speak to, they were looking for a good place to go dancing. Off they went). Looking at my watch... Sunny is VERY late. I tried calling her home. Her cell. Nothing. Grrr! My cell died, so she may have tried to contact me. I have no way of telling right now. Midnight comes and they draw prize tickets (they come with the beers) to win Canucks tickets. I lost. Six times. I left.
I try Sunny one more time... just in case. I leave a message. I probably sounded very irritated. I was.
I get home, plug my cell phone into my charger and listen to my messages. Sunny had called. She appologized but her dinner party was going late and she thought we should hang out on Thursday instead. I feel bad for being snarky in my message... but why wasn't she answering her phone anyway? I'm suspicious.
I am reminded as to why I do NOT want a girlfriend right now. WAY too much effort and I really need to concentrate on my music for a while. And not spend anymore money. Damn. Gotta try harder with that last bit.
I'm leaving real names out of this next part:
I get home and have a quick chat online with a girl a friend of mine is wooing. Er... being wooed by. Maybe both? Okay... obviously both. Nevermind. Anyway, we get into an arguement. She says I misread something that she typed. I'm not so sure, but that's fine. I tried to tell her why I felt the way I did and she flat out told me she wasn't interested in my personal politics. Grrr! Chicks are trouble. MY good friend, *CENSORED*, is online. I told her I wasn't impressed with this new girls conversation tactics and apparent attitude tonight. Insert foot in mouth. COMPLETELY forget that *CENSORED* had something going on with my friend until very recently. Fuck. She said she already knew something was going on. I've obviously just confirmed her suspicions.
I know I'm going to see my friend and *CENSORED* tomorrow, along with my ex-girlfriend, and all of the above will likely have read this by that time. Why the hell is life so damn complicated anyway? Maybe living life as an open book isn't such a good idea all the time. I'm too fucking honest and oblivious for my own good. Oh well, at least I'm real.
I'm going to bed before I do any more damage.
I stayed at Dylan's last night because... well... we were drunk. We went to The Roxy (!) of all places and drank our faces straight up our asses. I met a pretty girl named Sunny, but her friend and Dylan would have nothing to do with each other. Sooo... Sunny gave me her number and told me to call her later. I did. No answer. No worries.
Today, I slept in. I needed it. I don't get headachey-hangovers ever... but today was as close as I get. Woozy and clouded. Anyway, deciding that I shouldn't be inside, I went browsing around downtown. I had lunch at Cactus Club (I know I shouldn't be spending money with the album so close... but what the hell?). I wandered down Robson, browsed through Virgin Records (fun... but I can't understand why anybody would actually BUY something from them. WAY overpriced! In most cases... double what A&B sells music for), and strolled up Granville. I bought a couple of nice shirts from Winners. I figured I hadn't got myself anything with buttons or collars since I needed shirts like that for my last job... so why not? These were nice and half price. Dig it.
I went to Speakeasy for dinner. Spending too much money today. Have to stop.
Sunny called me. She appologized for last night... saying that she was so tired when she got home that she just passed out in her clothes on her couch. Okay, fair enough. So... wanna do something tonight? Sure! She had a few people coming over for dinner... but said we could go for a drink after that. Sounds good.
I went to The Royal. Home of the $2.75 Heineken. If I'm going to drink tonight, it best be cheap. I've already warned myself twice about spending (and ignored the cost of the shirts). I was hoping to see Tiffany Poirier (a girl who I am supposed to perform with on Friday), but she didn't play tonight. She has a weekly gig there, but I guess she took a night off. That was the beginning of the downward slide. I knew Sunny would be a while with her dinner party... so I decided to read my book. And drink. And drink. Fuck! What was I thinking?!? I had already had 3 beers throughout the course of the day (2 Guinesses and an Udder Ale)... so what's another six Heinekens? Oh right. It's bad. Now I'm significantly blurry and still sitting by myself (despite a couple of games of pool and a brief sit down with a couple of girls who joined me. Although very nice to speak to, they were looking for a good place to go dancing. Off they went). Looking at my watch... Sunny is VERY late. I tried calling her home. Her cell. Nothing. Grrr! My cell died, so she may have tried to contact me. I have no way of telling right now. Midnight comes and they draw prize tickets (they come with the beers) to win Canucks tickets. I lost. Six times. I left.
I try Sunny one more time... just in case. I leave a message. I probably sounded very irritated. I was.
I get home, plug my cell phone into my charger and listen to my messages. Sunny had called. She appologized but her dinner party was going late and she thought we should hang out on Thursday instead. I feel bad for being snarky in my message... but why wasn't she answering her phone anyway? I'm suspicious.
I am reminded as to why I do NOT want a girlfriend right now. WAY too much effort and I really need to concentrate on my music for a while. And not spend anymore money. Damn. Gotta try harder with that last bit.
I'm leaving real names out of this next part:
I get home and have a quick chat online with a girl a friend of mine is wooing. Er... being wooed by. Maybe both? Okay... obviously both. Nevermind. Anyway, we get into an arguement. She says I misread something that she typed. I'm not so sure, but that's fine. I tried to tell her why I felt the way I did and she flat out told me she wasn't interested in my personal politics. Grrr! Chicks are trouble. MY good friend, *CENSORED*, is online. I told her I wasn't impressed with this new girls conversation tactics and apparent attitude tonight. Insert foot in mouth. COMPLETELY forget that *CENSORED* had something going on with my friend until very recently. Fuck. She said she already knew something was going on. I've obviously just confirmed her suspicions.
I know I'm going to see my friend and *CENSORED* tomorrow, along with my ex-girlfriend, and all of the above will likely have read this by that time. Why the hell is life so damn complicated anyway? Maybe living life as an open book isn't such a good idea all the time. I'm too fucking honest and oblivious for my own good. Oh well, at least I'm real.
I'm going to bed before I do any more damage.