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ah done been spoil't
Mar. 8th, 2003 12:00 amHow quickly one forgets that being able to smoke in bars, means smelling like one. No, I didn't smoke. Rarely do. But in good ol' Cali, you can't smoke in bars and restaurants. But in good ol' Kansas, you can. Now I smell like a Vegas casino. >_< Sexy, no?
Dana and I went to the coffee shop to see my cousin perform. I talked to him briefly, but he's never been a talkative fellow. I still don't even really know what he did with the band as I just kept seeing him running around. Dana and I spent most of the time just talking about our all-too-similar situations. It's so nice to have someone to really relate to, on a few levels. Then we decided to head out and go somewhere else. We went to one bar to check it out. One half, sports bar=lame, the other half, sorta-jazz club=okay. But we had one drink and decided it sucked anyway. Too many middle-agers. Christ, I'm getting old, but I'm not ready for that. So we headed back North and stopped off at this other bar that's closer to where we live. It was okay. Some of the same, really. We just talked and made fun of the people around us. Let us not forget the glorious music. Such classics as, "Funky Cold Medina" and "Bust A Move". Ah yes. Dem were the days. Actually...I think I'm going to go download some Def Leppard now. ROCK.
And now that I know Dana likes to dance too, I have someone to go with. I hate going alone because then I look like fair game for Joe Schmoe Smarmy to try and pick me up. No thanks. Shit, sad as it is, going out made me feel a lot better about myself though. I was feelin' girly and ugly and fat, yo. Lame, yes.
*sigh* Still home pretty early though, as Dana is one of those "working class" and was getting tired. Bah, some cheesy 80's rock will make me feel better.
Dana and I went to the coffee shop to see my cousin perform. I talked to him briefly, but he's never been a talkative fellow. I still don't even really know what he did with the band as I just kept seeing him running around. Dana and I spent most of the time just talking about our all-too-similar situations. It's so nice to have someone to really relate to, on a few levels. Then we decided to head out and go somewhere else. We went to one bar to check it out. One half, sports bar=lame, the other half, sorta-jazz club=okay. But we had one drink and decided it sucked anyway. Too many middle-agers. Christ, I'm getting old, but I'm not ready for that. So we headed back North and stopped off at this other bar that's closer to where we live. It was okay. Some of the same, really. We just talked and made fun of the people around us. Let us not forget the glorious music. Such classics as, "Funky Cold Medina" and "Bust A Move". Ah yes. Dem were the days. Actually...I think I'm going to go download some Def Leppard now. ROCK.
And now that I know Dana likes to dance too, I have someone to go with. I hate going alone because then I look like fair game for Joe Schmoe Smarmy to try and pick me up. No thanks. Shit, sad as it is, going out made me feel a lot better about myself though. I was feelin' girly and ugly and fat, yo. Lame, yes.
*sigh* Still home pretty early though, as Dana is one of those "working class" and was getting tired. Bah, some cheesy 80's rock will make me feel better.
