December 4, 2004

[the I've never been there tour (part ii)] ^{8:14 PM}

I met up with John and Chris for drinks at Cobalt after they got off work, where it turns out my classmate Brian bartends. I'd never been sure about Brian, after all he did do CD packaging for a "Best of the Disco Divas," but one (and espeically me) never really can tell.

Shortly thereafter we ate at Health Bar, met up with (a different) Brian, walked down to Duplex, and then made our way to Omega, which was described to me (accurately) as "The Island of Misfit Gays." Appropriate.

You accept that at a video bar porn is going to be playing, and I personally feel that the videos being shown reflect the establishment. Let's just say that Omega's fare was from the 80's ouvre, and it looked like it had been shot with an RCA camera that was likely the size of a Volkswagon.

Finishing off my tour of the local strip clubs, we found ourselves at Wet (insert numerous in-jokes here), where John, Chris and I probably became the first three strapping young men to be caught yawning and looking at the clientel (and the floor) more than the dancers themselves.

Excluding concerts and Taint (for which I designed 4 shirts to debut tomorrow night), I don't really go out much, and if I do it's in spurts. I need the right people to be with me, so that the locales are secondary, and the company is paramount.

I love my boys for taking me out, because honestly it's the only way I can think of where stress is actually releived. I prefer drinking at home in small gatherings with close friends, but at times I can get caught up on when I have to leave, and where I need to be (mainly, my house, not theirs, to do work). The places we go out to are often horrendous, which makes life enjoyable, since we, as a posse, enjoy soft heavy mocking.

It's been a really rough past few weeks, and while I have work to still do, the brunt of evil seems to be passed, and I can stop being completely nuerotic and imploding every five seconds. I know it's been annoying to me, so I can only imagine how annoying it was to them.

I thank my boys (both near and far) for keeping me sane, keeping my liquored, and telling me when I'm being a complete idiot.

the way you dream (cinematic orchestra remix) • one giant leap

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