I planned on posting a weekend update yesterday, but got caught up creating a flyer for the Phoenix Down show.
And now that I am doing an update about my life, you’ll just have to trust me that I had planned what I am going to say before the **** (cow excrement – thanks Paul Shirley) hit the fan.
Started Friday night, with beer at Carlos O’Brien’s, which was followed up with beer, pizza, and ****** (movie title that could be misconstrued as a slang female body part). ***** (a completely unrelated coworker) came over and John and I enjoyed her company.
Saturday: Went to the parents’ for the Suns game [we lost :-(], then to Mark’s new place. Had some beer and Apple something Martinis.
Sunday: Went to Mark’s again for BBQ, and had spiked Strawberry Lemonade (with Grey Goose Vodka), White Russians, Beer, and beer.
Finally, the reason for my disclaimer at the top of the post (about trusting me). I had already decided that it just wasn’t worth it. As much as I think this person is cool and nice, and that we could have some fun (read: go to a dance recital, drink Pepsi, smoke incense) for a few months, it ultimately would not be worth it. For either party. I ultimately just wanted to be a friend in a strange city, but it appears that has been shot.Â
Thank you very much. I appreciate it when I am told that I have violated the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution. I just hope that word doesn’t get back to Tom Cruise that I talked trash about him dating Katie Holmes…