I'm a bit drunk right now. But I had the best time tonight. Let's see, where to begin.... Well, not at the beginning--too boring. I just got home from a night out with my two friends, Gerry and Brian. I got a call at about 8 from Gerry saying that they'd like to go out to Java's for a coffee before they go to a concert at the local music school. I'd already spoken to Brian at lunch about their evening plans--they were going to a concert tonight. A guitarist was giving his undergraduate recital, and I should come along. Well, I thought that I might, but then later I decided, no, I really wanted a quiet evening of reading at a coffee shop. So when my friend phoned me up about coffee beforehand, my plans suddenly changed again. I guess I was going to the concert afterall. 'Twas a good concert. It turns out that the only reason we really went was because the guitarist was really hot according to Gerry, and well, as it turns out, he was! We heard great Spanish guitar, a concerto with an orchestra, and then flamenco dancing with the guitarist accompanying a really good young woman dancer. And of course lots of pictures of everyone after the concert by Gerry, meeting the guitarist, and lots of friends and acquaintances of Gerry's. And then we decided to stop in at the Pink Elephant (you guessed it--a gay bar, new to Rochester). We each ordered cosmopolitans, had fun talking it up with some guys from Binghamton (one was a look alike of Dennis Quaid, not that that's a good thing). Then someone I work with came in with his partner. A second round was om there somewhere--a white Russian for me, a chocholate martini for Gerry, and another martini drink for Brian. Gettting drunker and having more fun. A white Russian for Brian too. Chatting with the very cute violinst from the concert and other incomers. Then free sample drinks from the bartender--a new lime martini drink. When my co-worker left we finished their drinks. hahhaha Getting drunker. More loud talk, laughing, etc. Then the bartender gave us another round of free white Russians. By now Gerry is quite drunk, and we're all having lots of fun. Too bad it had to end. Alas, here I am, not yet tired enough to go to bed... but getting there. Must remember to get bagettes to take to Gerry's dinner tomorrow.

Today at work my quiet workplace was suddenly disturbed by hordes of people moving into previously empty locations all around me. It sucks. I hate them all. Of course I have no basis for that, but who needs that? Not only were they too noisy, but more importantly, they all seemed so boring. Just what I need--middle-aged guys with bellies and long hair excpet for bald spots on the backs of their heads, attitudes of superiority. You're so boring. You bore me. I have a point to all this but suddenly I'm getting sleepy. It must wait. Or more likely, it'll pass. Pesky points. To sleep.