Friday night, Heartgirl and I went out with Bryson, his wife
, Paul and buncha other people. Hit up three parties and rolled in at 3:30 Saturday morning. First party was the above sweatbox. Think I blew out my left eardrum. Which sucks, cause I still need it. Eh, got my right.
Bryson and his wife gave Heartgirl a thumbs-up. Their votes count because they're first-stringer friends.
Second party, was at my old standby where some other friends dropped in and some dropped out. Third party was fulla Heartgirl's friends; nice guys with the exception of one overly handy dude.
Saturday, just stayed in. Made a buncha chili. Sunday, Sheridan
stops by. Over some chili he tells me that he just flew in from Miami where he bought this building
. Had two Valentino shirts and an Italian leather coat that didn't fit me so I gave them to him.
Quite a different life I lead these days. Still, it's nice that my friends from my old life don't really care if I'm styling Valentino or H&M. S'funny, my friends and family believe in me
more than I do sometimes. Maybe cause they remember the guy I once was. Maybe they just keep me around
cause I make some killer chili.
Or maybe they just think I'll be ok.
November's always been a good month for me. Cept for 2007
. Those were full on fail.
Then again, maybe I'll be ok. Some things are looking up.