hum
Last night:
Kelly's was pretty fun, although Joe and Megan seem to be slacking on the “No Music after 1976” rule. Soy Sos was the main DJ for the night and played reggae and dancehall. Funky and soulful, yes, but not precisely funk and soul. Oh well. He did play this one track that was a Grace Jones cover of Bill Whithers' “Use Me.” It was pretty nuts. Some guy was trying to pick me up which was pretty funny. When I declined his offer of a drink because I had to get up early in the morning, he asked me what I did for a living. When I said “I'm a mom,” I wished that I had a camera to capture the expression on his face…sort of a mixture of horror and stupidity. But he held on, and asked me, “Where's the father?” I pointed a few feet to my right to where the boyfriend was sitting, nodding his head. The guy just sort of said, “Oh” and turned around and ignored me. Eh, at least he was straightforward.
I fell asleep almost as soon as we got home and had this really strange dream about going to some hotel, getting a phone call from a telemarketer while I was trying to take a bath and screaming all kinds of obscenities at said telemarketer. I think my dreams are becoming too violent. I can't figure that out.
The weather is pretty nice today so I think me and the baby are going to go strolling in a little bit.
