Moved this weekend. Matt and mom came up to help, plus a friend I haven't seen for 25 years. Johnny Rivers. Oh man, did we ever get completely hammered last night after working all day moving my stuff into storage. We went to the jazz fest of course, and walked around it completely shnockered. Then Johnny said, 'Watch this.' And walked up to these two cute little girlies, and just let fly with the bullshit. We actually spent an hour talking to them, to my befuddlement. About halfway into the encounter, I simply could not continue without a crucial piece of information, so I blurted out, 'Why are you guys putting up with three slobbering drunk idiots and actually taking time to exchange pleasantries with us for half an hour?' I simply could not understand the appeal. Well, they both laughed, and one said, 'It ain't nothing but a thang,' and gave me the biggest, brightest, purtiest smile as a reward or something. After that I quit being my stupid shy self and we all just got silly. It was great fun, the most I've had since the jazz fest back in '09.
So it was great seeing Johnny again. And I got all my sruff moved. My loans will be out of default in October. I'll start back to school spring of '13, prolly, and finally start using my vast experience as a drug addled freak to help somebody. A guy has to hope. Or maybe I'll do that thing that scares the shit out of me, but won't leave me alone. You know, become a monk. That thing. Met. Jonah said there was great joy to be found there.
