The Wee Democracy

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july 25

this past new year's eve, the debauchery of which won't soon be forgotten (i'm lucky i didn't get shot, or at least punched in the goddamn face) almost never happened. that's not to say that the eve almost didn't happen. that would be far to grandiose and just plain absurd a statement. no no, new year's eve would have come and gone with or without my participation. just the same though, my usual n. year's eve generally revolves around sitting at home either alone or with a parent, which is essentially the same thing. it means fuck all in terms of fun.

what i am saying, though, is that my presence, my partaking of the activities and good times almost had the kibosh put on it by my mortal enemy: the blues.

but this is all beside the point. the point is that, even though i didn't feel at first like going out, i did, and i had a badass time, perhaps the baddest ass time i've had in dallas (aside from the baby doll's outing, which has yet to be trumped).

such was the case yesterday with leah's friend, amy. you remember her? i just mentioned her like, two days ago. keep up, slackers. we'd been instant messaging, i from leah's office, and her from her cubby hole in NJ, and she was protesting my requests that she get her ass out of the garden state and into the city. ok, ok, drinks, she agrees, too. but no gallery opening!

the gallery opening, incidentally, was the night's main event, and leah and i were just looking to kill some time and brain cells with the demon alcohol before we went. so we hit nowhere bar, which had a two for one well drinks special going on in the happiest of hours.

side story: i bought a drink from the bartender, paid with a ten, and got change for a twenty. honest injun that i am, i yelled out "hey, barman! you gave me too much change!". some of you might call me names for not taking the money. hey, fuck you. anyways, he lauded my honesty, and ended up doing a free shot of tequila with me. rock on. honesty gets you loaded just as fast as lies.

amy was not wanting to go out because of her own set of blues, which she explained to us, in detail. we dranked and nodded, and offered up what advice we could. and, amidst the ever-increasing gin-soaked haziness, amy put aside her insecurities about what the gallery opening might entail, and headed out that way with us. and she had a fantabulous time. see? lesson learned.

and me? i didn't do too bad, either. a girl gave me her phone number...and i didn't even have to ask for it. i am a golden god.

but is she irish?



feeling: stoked
thinking of: when to call
song of the day: just what i needed - the cars