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Amazing what being stupid can do for you.

So I didn't go to the party (sorry...but it was in BFE, and I really wanted to be home tonight...:-( Good luck with the ladies though!!!), and I couldn't find anyone to hit a bar with me, so off to Underground after all.

Didnt get there until midnight, but whatever.

It was a scotch and soda night. Nothin' but. And I was going to sit, and watch people, and mope, and be done with it.

Lisa saved me from Despair. Made me smile...nay, forced me to smile when I was determined to just go with the goth of it all (shut up redhound, cuz I can hear the comments from the peanut gallery...have fun at the reunion with Jen!!!), and mope. Freaking Lisa made me get up and dance. Damn you...but thank you.

Lorien, you'd be so proud, as your boy was just up on the stage goin' ta town. Lisa turns to me and says "He's so dramatic, it's cute..." And yes, he was :-)

So I danced, and came to realize that after two weeks of not going, I had been missed. It was kind of weird. Lots of "Anthony! Where have you been! I haven't seen you in two weeks! How are you? Are you okay?" It was a bit disconcerting, but comforting. Go fig.

I just sat and watched the masses write for a while, and just felt, you know...the path of the empty hand...just felt the noise, and the bodies. It was...needed? Perhaps.

Glen was toasted, the bar was busy, and the whole place was packed.

I managed to get myself together enough to bop around, and when low and behold out of nowhere comes a girl who I'd talked to a bit ago, comes up and taps me on the shoulder. Says hi.

I was told by Mikeeeeeeee that he'd just gotten play!
"See that girl? We just got together a couple of days ago!"
"Nice. Good for you." I said sticatto.
"Yeah, she just broke my dry stint, as it's been almost a year since I last got some play."
"Whatever: August 23rd, 1999."
"No fucking way? You?"
"Yes me. I'm a fucking camel."
"Dude, I have a whole new level of respect for you..."

So I bailed on that conversation, and moved onto a new drink, and an old mopey outlook. The girl from afore comes over and says high again. Yay...

By the end of the night, I'm swooped, and everyone is mopy for some reason or another, and I can't find the girl, and it's all crazy, and folks are pairing up, and I'm just too buzzed, an mary is cool and stands and talks to me about...you know...shit...

I get back to the car, and sit for a minute, when I realize that the car in front of me is that girl's car! So I start writing a note, when who should walk up! That's right. The girl and her friend! We talk for a little bit and then I confess that I've lost her phone number, and that she yet owes me a call. I have a feeling that she will, eventually. She writes down the number for me, and I crank up the weezer, and, now sober and tired, and full of self loathing, I make it home.

But whichever. I'm tired now. Tired, and hoping for okay feel tomorrow. I just want to be a normal kid. Or Adult. Whatever...I am looking forward to tomorrow. Getting to see folks that I haven't in a while. And dance. And listen to 80's music, and wear outrageous "period" 80s stuff.

Now! Off to cremate the dog. (wow, that came out of my half sleep brain!)

Take care, and may I not be such a pissy whiney bitch next time we meet!