Serendipity

I'm so exhausted. I thought this visit to HTown would be relaxing, but I think I need downtime again. This trip has been the most emotionally powerful and at the same time draining trip I've ever taken and is the first time in 34 years I've seen all the asynchronous happenings of my life start falling into place (still rambled and out of order but present nonetheless). It has been 3 weeks of celebrations, milestones, serendipitous sightings, explosive drama, and intense jabs to the solar plexus, and I'm excited and anxious of the year to come. Truly, life is in motion--so much so that I am speechless, left to utter scattered phrases on a page.

That said, I plan to sort it all out in my journal, and I think that I am finally going to start that novel everyone is always prodding me about. Maybe.

More to come. Happy New Year.

To Catbirds or not to Catbirds

that is the question.

I received an IM from G today saying that Darth wants me to come to Catbirds. Here's the dilemma: I want to go out tonight--tired of GS cookies, wine, and sappy movies; however, as noted in previous posts, Catbirds is the Devilport of 2007, and I have to work 2m.

I am itching to see those sperm etched windows, though.

This dilemma is compounded by the fact that I'm craving Mo Mong, and you know that an evening started at Mo Mong never ends without the temptation of Catbirds. The thing is, though, I don't like the place. Why am I tempted to go? Does it satisfy something in my white trash subconscious?

Ah well, I'll be back later with my decision, but speaking of decisions, Saturday is D-day for me. Making huge decisions about chunks of my life--love, education, moving, career...

Why Saturday? It's because big decisions are best made over green beer, and definitely not green beer at Catbirds. Harp, maybe.