Went to a friend’s housewarming party in the South Main district tonight. Shortly before I left, I allowed Yoko to muss up my hair and hairspray it. I’m such a slut. I’ll allow women to do whatever they want with me. Here’s a pic:
Hey, for once I kinda had “trendy” hair! Well, maybe not really. Mikey: “PR, your hair looks like a tree rat got loose in it.” This is actually about what my hair looked like any Sunday at Sleep Out Louie’s in 2006 around 8 PM.
Most awesome time I’ve had in a while. C and J, your condo is fantastic. I wish my apartment was decorated so well. Great friends, great conversation, great time, and plenty of Bud Light to keep John D happy. You know, I don’t mean to sound like I’m bragging here, but I know I must be a pretty cool guy, because I get to hang around this AMAZING group of friends. It absolutely astonishes me when I think about the abundance of really good, quality people I have in my life.
The party wound down about 11 PM and I walked toward the Downtown core. My plan was to hit a club or two on the way home. Walked past one club – actually, one of my favorites – where I’m well known enough that I can beat cover, get other people in, and get hook-ups on drink prices. And I stood there outside for a second, and thought, that gives me about 1% of the contentment that I get from hanging out with good friends.
Then I walked home. I’ll be in bed by midnight.
Love you guys. Hell yes there need to be more house parties. See you at brunch at McGuinness in the morning.
(Edited to add: There was a crockpot of Little Smokies in BBQ sauce, and the Nuh-Uh Girl grabbed a piece of broccoli from a veggie tray and dipped it in the BBQ sauce and ate it. That was kinda gross.)