Hi…I'm in Delaware
Argh, I had this huge long post earlier and I fucked up and lost it.
Anyway, let me see…
Kelly's was fun the other night. I met this gal Megan who, along with her boyfriend Jim, runs the Funk & Soul night at Kelly's as well as 720 Records. She was nice and goofy. She was telling me about this party that they're having and that I should bring all my girlfriends. Apparently the male-to-female ratio is all wacky. I touched my hair and admitted that I don't have that many girlfriends. Megan got all first-grade on me and said, “Let's be girlfriends.” I agreed.
The boyfriend, Ike and I were sitting at the bar. As I'm sure you've experienced, having a conversation with more than two people is extremely difficult when you're all abreast of one another. So I left them to talk about records, grabbed my cocktail and sat with Megan and her friend Ken at a booth. Shit was talked, cocktails were had, cigarettes were avoided by yours truly. The music was also very fine. Many attractive people were there.
On our way out we encountered an old homeless man with a broken hand. He told us that if we gave him some change he would recite about “the lady” (that would be me if you weren't sure) having to do with “romance and philosophy.” Our curiosity thoroughly piqued, the boyfriend gave him a couple bucks in change and we told him that my name was Kelly. He mumbled this poem that began, “Kelly, you are my belly. You make me shake like a bowl full of jelly.” It went on for awhile in a very Ethan Hawke/Julia Delpy/Before Sunrise manner and I don't think I've ever blushed so hard in my entire life. It was rather funny.
Since my son doesn't have any spring/summer pajamas in his size yet, I put this onesie on him last night that's about 6 sizes too big for him. It keeps slipping off of his shoulder so I've taken to calling him “Flashdance.”
What's up, Flashdance?
I slept funny the other night so now I have a horribly stiff neck. This keeps happening. This, combined with the Period From Hell…I'm becoming very frustrated with my body's quirks.
Yesterday I went to Pitt to get all of my graduation stuff. Very fun. Free stuff is always good, and there was plenty of it. Free CD wallet, free beach towel, free cookies, free pop, free candy…oh the glory.
Random things that are really starting to piss me off:
1) mesh-back caps. I swear to god, I'm going to start kicking people who wear these. The Hipster Handbook might endorse them but I'm just sick of them.
2) Speaking in the third person. This is something that's bothered me for a long time. I don't understand this behavior. Do people really think this makes them sound tough?
3) Celine Dion covering Stevie Wonder's “I Wish.” Word has it that she doesn't change the lyric, “nappy-headed boy.”
4) absolute minimum patriotism. Granted, the very gung-ho patriots that are on Fox News piss me off just as much. But I'm even more disgusted by people who buy a couple of American flags from Wal-Mart and eliminate “French” foods from their diet and say that they're doing it in support of our troops. That's so fucking stupid.
