out.

Slightly drunk. Massive headache. I decided not to go to Rick's tonight and, instead, went to (suprise) Market Square. Janet was dressed like a bee, heading straight to the Downtown Brewery from a Halloween party at work. We sat there, drinking our usual, talking about the funny things children say. I thought it was funny that I taught one of my best friend's kid the porno song. Then Janet told me about her friend's daughter that said "Uncle Jimmy's coming over to smoke a blunt". I had been bested. Both kids were 3 years old. I laughed my ass off. And my friends say I'd be a great mother...

After the Brewery, we went to Preservation pub where we met our friend Justin. We also met (as always) some interesting characters and got a bunch of free drinks. I took an assload of pictures and had an avid discussion with Justin about why guys think Janet is so mean, yet they love the shit out of her and won't give me a second look. She is quite lovely, I must say, but her personality when drinking leaves something to be desired. I, however, tend to attract the rednecks and fat divorced men at the bar. I always think it's because I've never had a college education or a real career, maybe my freckles are a turnoff. But neither has Janet. So fuck it. Maybe I'm just too picky. I have a description of my perfect man- very intelligent, creative, loyal, not a liar or a loser, maybe a sarcastic sense of humor. Brown eyes would be nice. Good teeth (to relieve my phobia of bad teeth). But none of these seem to fit in one man, especially in Knoxville. Is that just too much to ask???

So after the Pub, we head to McLeod's to listen to kareoke. We always hope, as we walk in the door, that the drunk college guy with the dead on Axl Rose voice, will sing a Guns and Roses song. But, alas, it is the same old fuckers singing the same old crappy country songs. After 1 drink, I'm ready to call it a night-and it's only 12am. I drive Janet back to her car and go home, listening to Billie Holiday and feeling sorry for myself. A typical Friday night for me in Knox Vegas-leaving downtown feeling drunk and empty with a bunch of photos to remind me of it.