Yeah, your car is cool, but you’re still a loser.

It’s Friday… woo!I probably did something Thursday night too, but it’s all jumbled and hazy come… well, whatever fucking day it is. Is it Wednesday? Exactly. Started with C-bus pal in tow at the charity bartending event for Make-a-Wish, Friday at the Blind Pig. Our WWR/Camping guys came back into town. Just like a family reunion… including being COMPLETELY sick of each other by the end of the weekend.

Sinergy. Heh, I saw the dancing girl’s panties. Early in the evening, there wasn’t a huge crowd (this is another one of these “late” bars — who wants to come party at midnite only to go home two hours later. Give me an 8-eight bar event!) so we decided on Bar Flyy (please. stop. touching. me. while. I’m. dancing. thankyouverymuch)… Then Liquid (who’s your daddy?)… then Velvet Dog (tiki bar: cool. tiki bar with heat indexes in the 90′s: fucking hell)… then Panini’s. (Pizza — sadly, no. I had the ham/egg/cheese blood-pressure-crasher, but finished product suspiciously missing all important fries/slaw… and egg). Cab ride $27. New-Jack rocked it yellow-tweety-style by letting me sit up front in the van and smoke out the window. Being responsible for a grown man’s whereabouts is outrageously annoying. Read my lips: find your friends and please go home. Or at least split the cab fare three ways you fucking cheap-ass douchebag.

Saturday went to Walnut Beach in Ashtabula to enjoy an overkill of sunshine. Ooh shit, that burns. Lake update: water still gross. refuse to go in there. Drive home, thought it would be fun to relive some old memories at Geneva-on-the-Lake. I was (hungover) craving a cheeseburger at Eddie’s Grill (with sweet relish mmmm). Friend had Capos. Seems as if majority of the arcades, biker bars, and eateries still exist from times passed — Even JnL Tattoos still radiates with pre-drawn wall art where I first went mad for ink… at age 16.

Night time for Liquid and another dose of the Sinergy-rejects at Bar Flyy. Seemed as if most of the playas and posers (read: 22 year-olds) went over to Shooters for the night — thank gawd. I ran into Barbie’s Partner from many dates passed and we exchanged an awkward “why-didn’t-you-call-me” conversation whereas I’m sure I ended it by saying I would call him. Yeah, notsomuch. I have no interest in persons that have a demi-god persona and use typical getting-to-know-you questions for “conversation filler” without being interested in the response. Ended up playing Find the Elevator at the Bingham for afterhours. Seriously, how many fucking elevators do you have to go in to find the Penthouse?

Again, unnecessary early worm bit me Sunday since I had (another) friend’s wedding shower. But this one had Indian food: Chana, Dosa with Raita, Alu Roti — Seriously fed the bottomless hangover pit in my belly region. In racking up more awake than sleep hours, Sunday night was a date-I-wasn’t-breakin’ with Pillow, Blanket, and Reruns. There were no Notebook viewings this week. Although, there was a seriously disturbing private phone call… something about meeting me downtown (like WHEN?), my “naughty” behavior, and… Portuguese Breakfast? If this is some disgusting sexual reference, somebody spill it.

And a Happy Birthday (to YOU!) and since we have no furniture to utilize on the patio, may I use your lap? Muah!

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