The place is about half full. Or half empty. Whatever. The throne is open but two idiots are sitting on the sofa and eating, so I'm sitting at the island. I order an NABC Artemsia (210).
This is good though. I can write when I'm sitting here. But not this entry. Something else. I should get started.
One page so far, and I'm not even halfway to where I want to get. It's too long. Keep it simple stupid. I'm starting over.
MusicalHippyDude and GlassesGirl have joined me. Oh well. Maybe I'll write on the plane tomorrow.
GlassesGirl is ordering a pizza with beer cheese instead of pizza sauce. This was my idea.
Okay, that's a decent second draft. I'll run it by RockGirl and see what she thinks.
Another Artemsia (230).
CoffeeDude is here.
Another Artemsia (250).
And that's all the notes I took.
I talked with CoffeeDude for a while. I texted DooRagGirl to ask her to come to Rich O's. I had a Diet Coke. I left at 11:00 or so.
Then I went to this place by my house called the Korner Kitchen and had a couple of Newcastles (2316) while I wondered if (a) KittenDamsel was going to show up, and (b) if it was a good idea to be looking for KittenDamsel.
In the end, I drank alone. I did get a text message from GlassesGirl telling me that DooRagGirl was on her way to Rich O's, but it was too late. I'd already written the entire night off as a waste of time.
And now it's 12:15 and I really should be thinking about either sleeping or packing for my flight tomorrow.