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November 1, 2002
memory dredge
I'm down to my oldest CD's now, like Arcadia, Annie Lennox and the earlier Prince albums. Now that I have my filing to a reflexive level, as I listen to the music and index away I fall into a mindless trance where memories tend to get dredged up with increasing frequency. Certain parts of the music stir up memories associated with the tunes. As these memories come up, I write them down for blog entry ideas. However, tonight I'm a bit tuckered out, and will save a good one for the weekend when I'm more rested. Gotta work again tomorrow, then another busy weekend.
I'll be skippin' the Peace Corps party tonight in lieu of some Jimbo Time, but tomorrow night I'll be meetin' up with Pete, another fellow returned volunteer. On Sunday it's more web work and a birthday dinner for Gurl.
Wednesday I had the woofiest date of my life with a cigar-smokin' muscle stud from NYC, here in town to market the zany Kiki and Herb cabaret show. We met up for a beer and some billiards Wednesday night, and I was a klutzy, gibbering mess. Grabbing the wrong beer, dropping the pool cue and responding to his questions with single syllable replies. Lookin' like a scruffy Colt model in a NYC fire and rescue shirt and distressed brown leather pants, his hotness reduced me to yammering idiocy. It was raining when we left the bar, and while I offered to give him a ride back to his hotel, I couldn't for the life of me remember where my car was. Nor could I remember his name. 'Doh!
Posted by jimbo at November 1, 2002 8:21 PM
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You better fucking tell me that you got some or I will be REALLY upset with you!
Posted by: Mike at November 5, 2002 2:11 PM