The Writing on My Father's Hand
Last night was the first night in two weeks that I felt healthy enough to go out to a bar. I've been so sick that I hadn't been out in a couple of weeks, and I missed it dearly.
I went out to Dark Lady by myself, but not to worry, there were lots of friendly faces there. Got to see Grace and Matty, which is always a special treat. Nathan was the night's official smoking buddy. I coerced Steven into dragging Topher along, and Steven even sang (it was karaoke). I drank red wine. It was a good night.
I had a crowd of people who were either moshing or head banging to my rendition of REM, which tickled me. One of them I met later in the night; named Brandon. He also sang that night, and to be honest, I don't actually know what he sang. All I remember is him crawling all over the stage, rolling around, and screaming into the microphone incoherently. It was brilliant. He went on to disgrace Michael Jackson's "Rock With You" much later. I decided that anyone willing to make that much of a public spectacle of themselves and not care about what anyone else thought of them was definitely worth talking to, or incredibly intoxicated. I decided that both were likely, and introduced myself. He turned out to be an enormous fan of Siouxsie, and we hit it off swimmingly. We exchanged numbers and are going to have a Siouxsie Party sometime soon. And we're going to get drunk next week and duet "Hong Kong garden" at karaoke. It will be epic.
All in all, life's still pretty great. The kitten's a fucking spaz. She runs from one side of the house to the other, chasing some phantom rodent, and wails noisily until we pay attention to her. We're going to invest in a shiny bling collar that says "Drama Queen". Yep, she's definitely our cat.
I went out to Dark Lady by myself, but not to worry, there were lots of friendly faces there. Got to see Grace and Matty, which is always a special treat. Nathan was the night's official smoking buddy. I coerced Steven into dragging Topher along, and Steven even sang (it was karaoke). I drank red wine. It was a good night.
I had a crowd of people who were either moshing or head banging to my rendition of REM, which tickled me. One of them I met later in the night; named Brandon. He also sang that night, and to be honest, I don't actually know what he sang. All I remember is him crawling all over the stage, rolling around, and screaming into the microphone incoherently. It was brilliant. He went on to disgrace Michael Jackson's "Rock With You" much later. I decided that anyone willing to make that much of a public spectacle of themselves and not care about what anyone else thought of them was definitely worth talking to, or incredibly intoxicated. I decided that both were likely, and introduced myself. He turned out to be an enormous fan of Siouxsie, and we hit it off swimmingly. We exchanged numbers and are going to have a Siouxsie Party sometime soon. And we're going to get drunk next week and duet "Hong Kong garden" at karaoke. It will be epic.
All in all, life's still pretty great. The kitten's a fucking spaz. She runs from one side of the house to the other, chasing some phantom rodent, and wails noisily until we pay attention to her. We're going to invest in a shiny bling collar that says "Drama Queen". Yep, she's definitely our cat.