"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
"Early wasted Sunday morning."

Met up with Adam for lunch yesterday. Hung out at Factory briefly. Sophy fed us dinner, then we went to Doobies with Andrew. Eric and his new boytoy showed up. Adam, Sophy and Andrew ditched around 2200 but I hung out with Eric and Russel for another two hours.

Eric was just as entertaining as always. Hopefully I did not make too much of an ass of myself, but whatever.

Nancy called and I talked, briefly, to her bartender, whose name is Brian. We gave each other shit about how we spelled our names. I gave him shit for his Kansas drawl, and then went all South Philly on him to the best of my drunk-ass ability.

Got home, drunk, and Russ (my neighbor) called so I walked down the street to the pub to meet up with him. Hard to figure out what table the nerds are sitting at, let me tell you. Waitress displayed incredularity at the fucked up AZ license but still brought me my gin and tonic. The fact that I was already drunk probably aided in her decision.

Back to Russ's, did a shot of some sort of whiskey. Back to my place, hung out with Pete, Russ, and John for a bit. I saw Pete more in the last two hours than I have all week, the gamer bastard.

Somewhere in there I woke Nancy up twice. She's so cute when she's barely awake.

Time for the sleeping.

November 14, 2004 4:52 AM