5 whiskey sours of courage
This is the third night in a row of drinking. I need to stop this habit. Last night we went to Chopsticks on E. Burnside to release a little of that built up I-must-sing-in-front-of-strangers tension we've been holding in for a while. What I love is that this is the perfect kind of thing to do with Addie. I'm not entirely sure what it is about her that screams kareoke bar, but being there with her felt perfect. Addie sang a lovely rendition of Hanson's "Come to Me", only after we both attempted "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves" by none other than the rock queen herself--Cher. I polished off a list of the following: "Jealous Again" by the Black Crowes, "Chain of Fools" by Aretha Franklin, and finally the piece de resistance "Sweet Home Alabama" because what else can you sing at a kareoke bar?
We put in Kevin's name against his will, to sing a Clash song. He wouldn't do it.. not drunk enough. Addie finished out the night in the bar with a Bryan Adams song, the drunken hordes went wild. What was disappointed was the disappearance of our doubtful friend Sharl who proclaimed that the night would never happen, and he told us all that that our lack of organization would never see this event planned. Brian showed up for a few minutes, stressed out about his finals, and then left. I was actually kind of relieved that he wasn't there for most of the night. His presence kind of stresses me out now.. I hate that he seems to treat me differently, and ignores my comments because it might be "leading me on". I don't know what to do? He's seems to be so much more curt these days, but that could just be because I'm being overly sensitive.
I have yet to restart my running regimen because of my ridiculous drunken injury which has resulted in no recreational running for about four days now. I'm doing everything I can to nurse it back to health, but it's been slow going. It's hard when your bruise is right on the patella (knee cap) and bending/weight/pressure proves painful. Hopefully by this friday, I'll be able to at least do the eliptical machine.
Until then, it's ice, advil and rest.
Today is the day I stretch my first canvas for my show in the fall. Now, if only I knew WHERE to paint it..
We put in Kevin's name against his will, to sing a Clash song. He wouldn't do it.. not drunk enough. Addie finished out the night in the bar with a Bryan Adams song, the drunken hordes went wild. What was disappointed was the disappearance of our doubtful friend Sharl who proclaimed that the night would never happen, and he told us all that that our lack of organization would never see this event planned. Brian showed up for a few minutes, stressed out about his finals, and then left. I was actually kind of relieved that he wasn't there for most of the night. His presence kind of stresses me out now.. I hate that he seems to treat me differently, and ignores my comments because it might be "leading me on". I don't know what to do? He's seems to be so much more curt these days, but that could just be because I'm being overly sensitive.
I have yet to restart my running regimen because of my ridiculous drunken injury which has resulted in no recreational running for about four days now. I'm doing everything I can to nurse it back to health, but it's been slow going. It's hard when your bruise is right on the patella (knee cap) and bending/weight/pressure proves painful. Hopefully by this friday, I'll be able to at least do the eliptical machine.
Until then, it's ice, advil and rest.
Today is the day I stretch my first canvas for my show in the fall. Now, if only I knew WHERE to paint it..