Everything happens at once. My local tavern had their 20th Anniversary, my neighbor had a concert, and a friend had his 30th birthday party. I figured I could make it to 2 out of the 3 things. But my friend Greg asked me out to dinner as well. So the best laid plans went awry. I was supposed to get a free computer from my friend at the tavern’s anniversary, but I forgot that while buying beers for a neighborhood friend who is a janitor at a big foundry which is also in the neighborhood. I went to the birthday party and found the people talking to just the people they knew, so I spent time talking to the people I knew. And then afterwards I went to a strip club with my friend Il.
It’s kind of sad that we went to a couple of strip clubs before we found a place that we could order a drink and sit at “the bar” (as opposed to at the bar). It’s also sad that we went to a popular club and I was comfortable enough to walk in with a multimeter (a geeky voltage measuring device that my friend who turned 30 returned to me) and they were nice enough to me that they didn’t care as long as it wasn’t a camera.
Friends at the birthday party tried to get me to quit watching football (my primary distraction in the fall months) and told me to go to pottery class to meet women. But the only people I know who go to pottery class are an older retired woman who I worked with and who didn’t like many people but seemed to like me, and a gay real estate agent who also knew the cranky retired woman and didn’t like her much but who also seemed to like me. So I don’t know of any younger women to meet at these pottery classes.
A librarian friend of mine also told me that she’s going on a date with a guy who declared his love for her. Do declarations of love work for anyone besides this guy?
Oh, my dream I had last night. I was looking up through a basement window and I wanted someone to give me a hand and get me up and out of the basement. The person I was trying to get to help me was, well, me. But I wouldn’t help me. And typing this is not making things clearer, but it is making me a little depressed.