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Cripes, I'm tired............
01/27/2002 - 3:53 a.m.
First - all day long that filthy Hootie song has been running through my head, because I heard it earlier when I was at the store. Which filthy Hootie song, you ask? I'd tell you, but I don't know it's name for sure. It was their first big hit. The one with the bad rhymes. Oh yeah - they all have those. The one with the Dylan rip-off lyrics. Yeah - you know the one. It's running through your head now too, isn't it? Sorry about that.
I was driving home tonight, thinking about some big deal emotional stuff, and I was gonna write a big long entry about it, but ya know wut? I'm too filthy tired. I'll do it later. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow, my pals are taking me shopping for my birthday/Xmas present, which is, dat dat dat dat dat da, a DVD player. Are my friends not the soul of Elvis incarnate? Yes they are. Yes they are.
But first - cuz I know all my legions of fans only tune in for the juicy details of my oh so exciting love life - the date. It was very nice. it was a night of good things.
We went to see a movie called Donnie Darko, which we both claimed to enjoy. I certainly did, and I have no reason to doubt her. As it is one of that new breed of flicks with a trick ending, I will say about it only this - the review I read of it suggested that it was pretty funny, which it is, but: it is not a comedy. Don't go expecting an evening of light entertainment, because you won't get it. But go. It is a good thing.
After the flick, we went and had Indian food at a v. swell joint called (I think) Caf� of India. For you Bostonians slash Cantabridgians in the audience (anybody?), I highly recommend it. The food was good, they treated us very well, and even brought us free little appetizers..... another good thing.
After that, I walked her home. We strolled and talked and chatted and made jokes, then she invited me in to her place for tea. More chatting and getting to know, and then a quick goodnight smooch. All good things.
Then I was off to my car, which was a big long way away, cuz I parked near the place we met before the flick, which is nowhere near her house. And though I'm doing all this exercising and walking and such, I was biffed if I was gonna walk all that way - so I took a cab. Just as well, really - I had to pass right through Miss Almost-Perfect's neighborhood - and though sooner or later we're gonna run into each other, I don't really want it to be at 1:30 in the morning, while I'm walking through her neighborhood alone. A deux would be fine - it would be a bit of snide fun, in point of ugly fact. But alone? Urg - our next meeting is gonna be awkward enough without the scent of possible perceived stalkery smoking up the place.
But the date was fun. A classic "date," really. And that w
Great. I just fell asleep in the middle of a sentence. Good night.
Music to doze off by:
RL Burnside -"Nothing Man" (Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down)
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