So, I went to Nevin's on Sunday, as usual. It was an especially good session - our leader, John Williams, was particularly rowdy, and we had many good musicians. And for some unknown reason, my bartender was not charging me for my drinks and was mixing shots for me. I think it was because I have made friends with his two friends, ex-Navy Iraq war vets (24 years old), and he gives them free drinks. So anyway, i was spending as much time chatting at the bar as I was playing (which was fine, because there were two other drummers, and it was the first seisun for one of them, so I wanted to give him a chance to play).
Then, the highlight of the night. On his way out, my favorite old man accordion player, who i'm pretty sure is a WWII vet, stopped to say good bye. He told me that I get more beautiful every time he sees me, and that my face is like what you see on the prow of a ship.
Wow.
Not quite sure what to say to that. I've never been hit on so eloquently by someone so old. I guess age would mean he's got experience with this. And it's kind of nice to be able to make someone happy by just sitting where he can see you.
On a separate topic, my roommate and I went to two street fairs on Saturday - one aimed particularly at pet owners (meaning there were a bajillion dogs, each one cuter than the last) and the other aimed at the gay community (meaning that everyone was *fabulous*). My goodness. It was awesome. So many PEOPLE, first of all, and so many flamboyant people. There was even a stripper standing on a box dancing for people, and letting them put money in his leopard-print shorts and take their pictures with him. Also a lot of good art and jewelry for sale, but that really seemed secondary to being there and being seen and seeing people.
Now it's back to work, and work seems much more boring. The cute boy who worked in the horticulture department is gone. I got his phone number, but what's the point when he's off to Rhode Island. My friends are leaving one by one, since they're all seasonals. And Pete is gone, too. Now I need to start over with finding friends for the weekend.
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I love little old men. They really are the best. The poetic ones, anyway.
I owe you money and can't find my check book. Can I sent it with Paypal? I'm redecorating my house so I figured the checkbook would turn up anytime, but it hasn't, and it's been a ridiculously long time. So I'm figuring out that obviously, the checkbook is in hiding, waiting for me to discharge my debt some other way so it can turn up and be all, "What?"
Dave has figured out that we have ineffectual but malevolent house spirits. He is attempting to appease them with gigantic quantities of yellow and purple paint.
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