My life is almost devoid of routine. This is my attempt to capture the strangeness of my days.
Saturday, July 9, 2005
Hot outside. Hotter inside.
Just as I was settling in last night after having been
to the gym and painted at a rent house, my phone bleebleeped. I
immediately changed clothes and joined the crew at The Phoenix. Seven
of us socialized at the tables set up out on the sidewalk. They weren't
piping the music outside, so we went in where it was too hot and too
loud, but just as fun. Then I showed them how to find the Shady Lady
Lounge. I met a girl who works there who is from Clarksville, Texas. I
told her I grew up in Southeast Oklahoma. She said they roller skated
in Idabel. I asked, "At the Rocket Roller Rink?" She just about freaked
out. The lounge closed and we talked for a long time afterwards. She's traveled to a lot of the same places I have and our tastes are very similar. She's coupled, but she has my number. She's going to introduce me to her sister.
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