11:07pm

"She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly-
off the coast and I'm headed nowhere..."
-Ben Folds 5



Spencer and I at Rick's Place. Half drunk-I don't know about him, but people were buying him drinks all night. He says he's not photogenic-neither am I. Who cares. Note to self: never request the song "Brick" when drinking-it only makes you cry like a little bitch. I love listening to Spencer play the piano. Or anyone else, for that matter. I'm a dork. And I can't type-I've backspaced more times than I can count tonite. My head hurts. A couple of quotes for the night, but let me give you background first. Spencer plays stuff like the Beatles, Jim Croce, Steely Dan, Steve Miller, etc. So some drunkass woman yells "Hey, can you play some AC/DC?". Another woman got mad at some guy and broke a glass mug over his head. Her friend said later "He got mugged." That was interesting-she got kicked out for that. And for the first time since high school, I saw a lady with leggings and a short blue jean skirt. I didn't think the 80's would ever come back...

Renita came with me, but she left early to go pick up her kid. I stayed there and sent dumbass text messages to Spencer (which he'll get in the morning and go WTF???) until about 10:45pm. I got tired of sitting alone, looking at the wealthy rednecks and trying to get rid of my buzz before the ride home. So before I left, I got a pic of him and I since I had none from all the years we have known each other. Cute.

"The light goes down and all the lights come on-they call to me, oh, come on, come on..." - EBTG

On the way home, I took a lovely picture of tail lights on the interstate. I don't know why, but I love those kinds of photos. I guess it's because when I was little, I would see pictures of city lights in motion and dream of living in a big city like New York or Paris. I still think about that, even though I've been to big cities like New York, Chicago, Philadelphia. It's never quite as grand as I dreamed it could be. But a girl can dream, can't she?