i took the red eye from brooklyn

I have been Friendstered by a minister and there was hot coffee on my desk when I walked in this morning. These things make me smile.

Last night, Carol and I were supposed to have cocktails at the Guggenheim. We did not make it. We did, however, make it out to Brooklyn. We traded getting too dressed up drinking cocktails on ramps, schmoozing with work folk for getting too liquored up on cheap beer, singing along to good, old, fiercely fun country music, schmoozing with folks inclined to wear trucker hats.

I forced Kevin to take my business card, though. You know, for good measure.

The Smith Family was fine, fine entertainment. Carol and I both developed some pretty serious platonic crushes on the drummer, who is just flat out A-dorable. I talked too much, drank too much, smoked too much and sang too loudly. My stomach lining is eating away at itself, being empty of everything but Corona and coffee. I am disheveled, under-rested and sportin’ a Bride of Frankenstein ‘do.

Stayin’ out too late on a school night never looked so good.

Yee-haw!

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