I've been getting drunk much too often lately.   I just got back from a Roxy, the new bar on Smith Street in Cobble Hill.  Jed and I met our college friend Mark at The Boat, and after three or so drinks walked te 50 yards down the street to Roxy.  It was pretty empty when we got there, and for a while the only people in the bar were me, Jed, Mark, and the bartender Loraida.  She pretty much gave us free reign over the jukebox, with the remote control, which was nice. I was hoping she wouldn't charge us for drinks, but that ended up being wishful thinking. She was surprisingly accurate on how many drinks we had, considering she didn't total up our tab until right before we left, about 4 hours after we got there.  The jukebox had a few of my favorite cds of all time, most notable the Lemonheads' It's a Shame About Ray.  Mark also lists this in his top 3 cds. Many of the first songs I ever learned to play on the guitar are on this album.
    Jed just said one of his favorite sayings, which he got from his friend that he refers to as "the Bastard Friend."  He said "I'm drunker than 900 dollars."  I've always like that expression.  I'm fairly drunk.  But aware enough to not write what I'm really pondering.
    It was a fun night I suppose.  Loraida is a nice girl. Thought sort of loud, with a grating New York kind of laugh.  And I was being particularly confrontational tonight, but in a nice sort of way.  An endearing way, one would hope.
    Between bars, is spoke with Doug on the phone. I'm still really hoping to go to Austin very soon.  I've got this vision of driving down the Texas highway witth the windos down and the balmy air running through my hair.  And I haven't seen Doug in four and a half years. And obscenely long time.  I really need to do that. i need to go somewhere.  And soon.  But I can't go anywhere till I find a real job. And the prospects aren't as solid as I thought they were a few weeks ago. So that's priority numero uno.  Sort of.
    I had to get up early this morning to go to Williamsburg, to drop off a key at a towing yard so that the people fixing the Grey Ghost could test drive it, to make sure everything is running smoothly. My parents and my brother Garrick are coming up tomorrow to drive the car back to PA. I think they're basically driving up, getting the car, and leaving.  I wouldn't mind if they stayed longer though.  though I have things that i have to do tomorrow.  I'm feeling like doing touristy type things. I'd like to go to the top of the World Trades Center. I've never done that. Also, Luna is playing tomorrow and saturday night at the Mercury Lounge. I'm seriously considering that, especially since the Mercury Lounge is so close to where we usually hang out anyway, on Ave. A and Houston. So perhaps on saturday I'll go with Jen.  I'm really glad Jen is back. i miss hanging out in her apartment. Jed can't go to the show, because he told people from work he was going to DC this weekend so he could take tomorrow off. He's not really going though.  But he's afraid people from work will go to the Luna show.  So he doesn't want to take that risk.  They're playing at least four shows in NY this month though, so we'll have other chances.
    Where is the truth.

I need to go to bed. Right now. I hate having to get ready to go to bed. what a pain in the ass.
I've been thinking a lot today about Lexington, Virginia. I miss the trees and the long drives.  And the smell. And the mid 90's.
carry on, then.

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