Well, after a very nice and productive class with a good group of students, I meandered down to the Ginger Man for a Steam, and discovered what is so great about cheddar cheese and mustard. I think it's a Wisconsin thing, but I can't be positive about it, but it was great!
Then off to Oh Bar on Lark Street, for some karaoke. I sang "Pop Singer," by John Mellencamp, "Whiskey River," - poorly - by Willie Nelson, and redeemed myself with a rousing rendition of "In Dreams," by Roy Orbison, always thinking of Dean Stockwell's lipsync in Blue Velvet, with cigar and bourbon in hand. Happily, I nursed my two beers at GM and nursed the hell out of my bourbon, so I was relatively sober, which was good for what was to follow...
...the longest time walking my dear friend to her car, accompanied by and then hanging out with a very energized, passionate new pal who appreciates me for my physical attributes and talents (who has a twin sister, who I don't think is very fond of me and may have attachment issues...or it may be because I accidentally called her by her sister's name earlier in the night; I guess that gets her mad).
But what is it with me and my affinity for women who have either latent or blatent tendencies toward women? It's not just your typical pedestrian guy thing (or is it)...maybe it's a subconscious effort to limit myself with regard to emotional access...whatever it is, I see a trend. And dammit if I don't like it!
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