Well, I'm at my parents' house, and bored out of my mind. My parents are great, and I do live fourteen hours from them, but I've seen them three times now in the past month, and we've sort of run out of things to talk about, except my extended rants about politics. Perhaps I'll play the piano for awhile.
Last night was GREAT. I flew into Cincinnati for one reason: to go out for one last time in Mt. Lookout with![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
berrydip and his buddies. Sharno showed up out of nowhere, and I put on an extended concert in Dave's living room. Somehow, these guys know all my songs. It's a little creepy. Sharno has apparently been playing my songs for his high school kids. That's even more creepy.
Paul Otten at Million's one last time was great, too. I danced with this redhead stunner who looked like (oh, who am I kidding, she didn't really look like who I said she was gonna look like; suffice to say she was a stunner) ... she was from Kentucky and I was just getting to that .. point, you know, during "Let's Get It On" and then her friend is like OKAY IT IS TIME TO LEAVE and she's all "i'm sorry... she's my ride" and I wanted to say "Hey! I have a sweet rental car" but she was gone, as is my voice after hours of singing and screaming to Paul Otten, but I went to bed happy that my investment worked out well.
I am going to try to convince the Hot Dog Man to go to Rickety Rick's with me tonight and see how many of my high school classmates still live in this godawful town.
Last night was GREAT. I flew into Cincinnati for one reason: to go out for one last time in Mt. Lookout with
berrydip and his buddies. Sharno showed up out of nowhere, and I put on an extended concert in Dave's living room. Somehow, these guys know all my songs. It's a little creepy. Sharno has apparently been playing my songs for his high school kids. That's even more creepy.Paul Otten at Million's one last time was great, too. I danced with this redhead stunner who looked like (oh, who am I kidding, she didn't really look like who I said she was gonna look like; suffice to say she was a stunner) ... she was from Kentucky and I was just getting to that .. point, you know, during "Let's Get It On" and then her friend is like OKAY IT IS TIME TO LEAVE and she's all "i'm sorry... she's my ride" and I wanted to say "Hey! I have a sweet rental car" but she was gone, as is my voice after hours of singing and screaming to Paul Otten, but I went to bed happy that my investment worked out well.
I am going to try to convince the Hot Dog Man to go to Rickety Rick's with me tonight and see how many of my high school classmates still live in this godawful town.
