Save me Geebus

OK, some highlights of the evening:

• Drinking something so blue it could have passed for Windex to start the evening (because the green stuff is all gone)
• Buying beer with rolled dimes at a seedy bar with "Pirates of the Caribbean" decor
• Having a girl I barely know literally leap into my arms upon arriving at 23 West
• Watching a fire dancer in Blood Alley from the back balcony
• Smoking something I never smoke for no good reason at all
• Coming out of the club into a monsoon where the gutters were overflowing and there was thunder and lightning and deciding puddle jumping was a good idea
• Eating pancakes and chocolate cake at Denny's as the sun was coming up

Geez, what a night!

The unfortunate ramifications of all this being the discovery that getting drunk on something blue is an even worse idea than getting drunk on something green, remembering why it is that I never smoke that particular substance I was smoking last night, and the fact that it is now after noon and I've only just got up even though I got less sleep that I would on a weekday.

I think I may be overcompensating for this whole bank thing

"That's not a woman! That's a man, man!"

Bwaaahahaha So much for nostalgia.

So I just spent the afternoon at Shona's party with my ex-wife in attendance. I haven't actually seen her in a few years. My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw her. Holy bull-dyke from hell! I realized my reaction was pretty obvious so I quickly made a comment about her hair looking good short and carried on.

We had a pleasant conversation and she only got one dig in about drinking too much coffee being bad (why is she still compelled to rag on me?), but other than that charming trait whoever it was that I married just does not exist anymore. At least now I know why I don't run into her. She's on a whole different planet now. It's unbelievable. I she had been walking on the other side of the street like I thought the other day, I wouldn't have recognized her.

So there you go, like I said, five minutes in the same room with her and all the nostalgia goes away. Maybe this time for good.

Killing Time

I'm just sitting here with Tharsis, drinking a Bombay and Tonic, waiting for Trish to come over. It should be an interesting night, there is drama waiting to unfold. This is my life. I'm not sure how I got here. But here I am nonetheless.

Has anyone who looks at this ever seen "Bright Lights, Big City" with Michael J. Fox? That movie strikes a chord with me. The details are different from my life but it feels the same: artist with a boring job, dead parent, failed marriage, too many parties and nightclubs and wondering what happened to the days when I used to get up at 4am rather than go to sleep then.

That's just how it goes.