A proposition that you can't refuse
Happy New Year, people! I'm exhausted, or maybe I only feel
like I am because I'm back on the job. It's only been 4 days
since I last worked but the weekend felt so long it might
as well been a over a week. Plus I've got a dentist appointment
this afternoon. Why oh why did I schedule it on the first
workday of 2005? My dentist is a sadist and I'm a glutton
for punishment. I must be, why else would I keep forgetting
to floss if I didn't want to incur the wrath of said physician.
The real problem is I've been slacking on the dentist in recent
months, so I fear that without that helpful tsk-tsking I get
from the dentist every 6 months, I will have allowed myself
to slack off that much more, leaving me with a mouth similar
I'm also a little concerned that I no longer have no insurance.
I mean I should be covered, but as usual I didn't send in
the proper forms until the last possible moment, and I have
no idea if the company received them before the deadline.
Why oh why did they make the deadline right around Christmas?
It's like they don't want me to have health coverage or something.
Anyway here are some photos
from our New Year's Excursion, that took me from Prospect
Heights, to Bushwick, and finally back to Clinton Hill. We
started at Heather's for curry and mulled wine, then to Asterisk
for the show (on the train we ran into GirlGoneMad,
a friend of mine who has been leading the pack in Nerve.com's
blog competition), and then we miraculously got a cab to take
us back to the hood to finish the evening at Thee Alibi.
Owen was bartending, and in rare form. He shook my hand,
kissed me, and later in the men's room, grabbed my arm and
told me he owed me a drink. I dunno about other guys, but
man, don't touch me in the men's room, especially when I'm
trying to concentrate. He kept saying "I'm gonna
start yelling at people to get out soon, so don't lemme ferget
I owe you a drink." It's always nice to get free drinks,
of course, but I demurred, saying I had probably had enough.
Understand we're standing side by side at the urinals this
whole time. Then he declared "I am propositioning you
in a men's room!" Another guy came in and he turned to
him and shouted "I AM PROPOSITIONING THIS MAN IN THE
MEN'S ROOM." As I made my hasty exit, he added, "But
only for liquor!" The sad thing is I bet he won't have
any memory of this next time I see him.
Posted By Jimmy Legs