so tonight was pretty much disappointment central with a couple perks to keep me going.

i was supposed to play dominoes... err... bones... with best friend and rx, but they bailed because i got out of work too late and we all work in the morning.

bones postponed to tomorrow.

invited the unresponsive homeboy. whatever.

i decide to go home and sleep off the hate.

after doing some more layout work to the blog and laying in bed for twentyish minutes naked with the lights off in a failed effort for sleep, i decide ((7 minutes prior to showtime)) to go watch bballamike play at andys.

upon my arrival, descent guitar player with a wicked hat and vest and major phasing issues with his co-guitar player were on stage. i didn't vibe it. too bad.



moving on.

his show was far better than average. complete with a song about snowballing his wife. how sweet.





i was basically bored and miserable ((pouting)) for the first half hour of andys until i saw a girl with a "so it goes" tattoo.



as a vonnegut fan, i FREAKED ((internally)) but complimented her anyway. i've NEVER been one to believe in copying ink... but i'm pretty sure i NEED this tattoo. whatever. she's pretty baller and introduced me to this dude mohammed. ((above average good-looking and a more than awesome conversationalist)) who insists on buying me drinks for the rest of the night.

i'm usually okay with that.

closing track of the closing act was major tom, of course, and bballamike accompanied ((beautifully)) and this dude played harmonica in the corner and he was basically badass about it in an overly pretentious way... "i don't have to be on stage OR have a microphone to accompany you on harmonica. i accompany who i want when i want whether they like it or not." it reminded me of kyle. i miss him. and i feel retarded for letting him slide for someone else too pretentious for my own good. at least he was genuine and made me feel pretty.




also, last night i drank at loophole with the roommates and made awkward eye contact with one of his old friends we used to hang out with. i remembered his name this morning and found his number in my cell phone later this afternoon. i think it's about time to swallow my awkwardness.

homeboy texts back enough to make me antsy but standoffish enough to make me roll my eyes and scream "get over yourself!"

whatever. i've been phased and replaced, but am not necessarily over it.

i'm over the fact that i'm not over it and don't need to hear what you have to say about it.

also, i'm not turning into a lesbian. but if it happened, i would be over that too.

((so it goes))