Life ain't bad.
Nov. 7th, 2004 01:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaotic_nippleI know I sometimes give the impression that my existence is a thing of unremitting horror, but that picture is not quite accurate. Take Friday night, for example. True, if I had not recently started partying again, I might have been depressed enough to do something rash. As it was, I had a nice night. Went out to my favorite club, didn't drink too heavily, and had an incredible amount of fun. Pictures with captions like "Who is that poor tattooed freak, and what are those women DOING to him?!?!?" will float around the internet for year to come, no doubt destroying any possibility of a future career in politics. Days like this, I truly love being me. :-)
The rest of the weekend has been OK. Yesterday, I went to a barbecue at a friend's house, where we ate the fabled "Goetz-Burgers", whose recipe shall be posted if anyone wants it. They are the best hamburgers of all time, but I'm not sure if anyone except Dan can really make them properly. Their secret may be one of those Things Man Was Not Meant To Know.
After that, I went into Savannah again. Picked up this weeks comics, and chatted with my civilian friend Rodney, who is the official Holder Of The Blackmail Photos (That Is, If I Had A Sense Of Shame, And Were Thus Blackmailable). I then went to Barnes and Noble and got some new CDs, and went out to the club again. That night's revelry was much tamer though. After an hour or so, I went out for a walk, ran into some co-workers, and ate sushi. All told, a satisfying night.
Today may be a bummer. I have to finish packing some bags for immanent deployment. Oh well, the fun had to stop some time.
The rest of the weekend has been OK. Yesterday, I went to a barbecue at a friend's house, where we ate the fabled "Goetz-Burgers", whose recipe shall be posted if anyone wants it. They are the best hamburgers of all time, but I'm not sure if anyone except Dan can really make them properly. Their secret may be one of those Things Man Was Not Meant To Know.
After that, I went into Savannah again. Picked up this weeks comics, and chatted with my civilian friend Rodney, who is the official Holder Of The Blackmail Photos (That Is, If I Had A Sense Of Shame, And Were Thus Blackmailable). I then went to Barnes and Noble and got some new CDs, and went out to the club again. That night's revelry was much tamer though. After an hour or so, I went out for a walk, ran into some co-workers, and ate sushi. All told, a satisfying night.
Today may be a bummer. I have to finish packing some bags for immanent deployment. Oh well, the fun had to stop some time.
