The second was in a 14th Street loft that was pitch-black, loud and not my scene.
There, I ran into a girl I met randomly once.
It turns out I kissed her friend. Super small world. I met a girl from Connecticut who drew me a picture.
At the strike of midnight, I realized I was by myself again.
The third was in the financial district with some old friends – the best kind, yeah?
Steele, a buddy from law school was there.
He’s a MUCH better cook than me and taught me how to make the best baked brie and love Tabasco on anything. I wish I was sober enough to remember more.
Called it a night at 4AM. On the train ride home, I had a sotted discussion with a nice young couple
Her: We’ve been together eight years.
Me: Eight years? Why don’t you two lock it down?
Her: Because marriage is just a concept. What does it do?
Me: It keeps you from meeting a guy a like me, maybe.
Him: (laughing) You seem a like a nice enough guy.
Me: And that’s where you’re both wrong. (to guy) Lock her down. Before she meets a fella like me. Don’t let my drunken charm fool either of you.
It’s true.
2008. Here’s hoping it’s less interesting but more fun.
Come with? Y’know you wanna…
Location: 19:00 yest, cleaning out the fridge
Mood: weird
Music: oh, you don’t do me in siren song; yeah, anyone would drown (Spotify)