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I have been hiding like a little louse in a thinning head of hair, scurrying between wilting strands, seeking warmth (remind me to tell you my lice story). I love old houses, but this place is cold. My heating bill is $200 and we don't even turn on the goddamn heat! Nonetheless, heart warming adventures have occurred.
- The Boys (Attention Boys of Buffalo: I'm sorry if you didn't know, but it's pretty much impossible not to call you guys The Boys. Tell me if you find that annoying, but I notice that everyone does it and no one is ever confused and pondering "WHAT BOYS?" so it seems like an apt monniker) and Casey came to visit a few weeks ago and we went to a party at Tilt. It was full of young children. I increasingly feel like an outdated old hag, but i sort of enjoy it. The music in the courtyard was much better than inside and since I am (until three days from now) an EVIL smoker, I bore the smoke filled patio with ease.
- Last weekend (@YesThatCasey) and I went to play pool with Tanya and Dianne at some dudebro bar. It was nice to play a bunch of games without some heavy breathing pool shark frowning down at me, waiting to play. I suck because I haven't been playing lately and Casey kept kicking the shit out of drinky girls and declaring that no drink could contain enough vodka. If Casey was a product, I would call him Bartender's Choice. The next night we went to Dianne's birthday/housewarming party. The apartment is on Symphony Circle, which conjures up images of english ladies being scandalized by something and drinking whiskey in their tea.
I thought everyone was friendly and I've noticed that people from Buffalo are very nice. Even at parties, which are sometimes difficult to stray from one's own social group, people are always very welcoming and chatty and I appreciate that. In Rochester, there does seem to be a bit of the Smugtown clannishness and it can be difficult to penetrate. Or maybe in both cases I'm drunk and have no idea what i'm talking about.
Mike and David were there and I like them and want to put blankets on them and fetch them things. I get these instant pictures of people and it manifests as sometimes renaming someone, needing to move an item in their home, needing to get the hell away from them, or in this case, the desire to blanket. Do they need psychic nursing? maybe.
The next day we all went to The Lodge for breakfast and it was very lovely inside. I love any hint of woodsiness, so it was very sweet. There was a very Twin Peaks like place in Portland and I was hoping this would be similar, it's more fancy pants style though. The food was tasty and I would recommend brunch.
I like to spy on bathrooms at restaurants.
- Casey and I went to see the basilica in South Buffalo. Our Lady of Constant Weeping? Our Lady of Perpetual Growling? The Virgin of Insufferable Pap Smear? You can add "infant" "our lady" "virgin" and "holy" to anything and make a catholic church out of it, which is great. good job, catholics. The basilica was closed but I WILL get inside of there.
'Casey should get this jacket, but they want more for it than if it was made of leather. If he was into birthdays or presents, i'd buy it for his birthday.
I DID order a balaclava for Casey because I feel bad that his tender porcelain skin is being attacked by the elements (and that he doesn't know how to moisturize). My face feels like leather. I am going to wrinkle up horrid fashion in a few years and when i do, i am going to go completely Senior Citizen and just do whatever the fuck I want because i'm old. Anyway, I bought a balaclava too and it is quite warm, i recommend it. also: hides chin fat!
- in a rare moment of leisure at work, I decided to cast my lips. i do it every now and again for amusement. I like the way a random mouth appears on a counter, it looks surreal. It also doesn't look like MY mouth.
