I text some friends to see who is out on the town. Good little kids doing good little things. There's enough interest that I wouldn't have to go alone. Damn.
I refer to the gift that Jessica Star gave me today, a deck to lead my way. I pull a card. It says 'The Hermit'. She says, 'Don't take it too seriously'. I saw a license plate yesterday that said 'Hybern8te'. Do I read too much into things?
'Keep your bra on,' says Masil, 'Once the bra is off, it's all over.' Too true.
But the state of my underwear is beyond my control. Once you commit to a relationship, some sacrifices are made. 'I'm thinking of going to an afterparty tonight, honey, is that okay?' 'Of course, lover.' says Pink. She's so fucking supportive.
Sokolicky pops her head into the room. 'Are you going to that afterparty?' Grrrr. I'm ambushed by my own ambition. Too bad after parties don't start at 2pm. Of course, some of the good ones do.
We pop in re-runs of 'In Living Color', delivered to my door by Netflix. Don't even have to go to the video store. I love it. We are half asleep when Momo & Andrew wake us. 'Going to the afterparty? We brought Coors lite.'
'I give it two smokes up in a circle', I say. An hour later, we're all asleep. I'm sure the afterparty was a fabulous time, but I enjoyed an organic pleasure -- sleeping soundly.
