Friday, April 17, 2009

Note to Self

Self: You have plenty of great wines and whiskies at home. It was a terrible night to choose to sit at a hip neighborhood bar alone amongst all the couples and gabby friends. The bartender you thought you could trust even felt sorry for you, which made it all the worst.

However, it was kind of fun and trippy to read really violent crime fiction with all this affection going on around me. I imagine the stupid skinny chick who ordered the same drink as her goony date (ketel martini, 3 olives) because she can't think for herself, with her intestines suddenly spilling out of her. Oops! Did my guts get on the cheese, I can't show my face (what's left it) here again!

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