number thirty-eight

Happy Birthdays to David Bowie and Elvis Presley, but mostly to Bowie.

Spent last night and too much money at Bombardiers Nite Club. Which, surprisingly is a neat place to hang out and watch shows. The drinks weren't crazy expensive and the bartenders were attentive.  Even though it's large enough for two stories, three bathrooms (mens, womens, and unis), billiards tables, a stage, and a patio, it's actually very cozy.

A few bands played, Bird Sounds and Rubicon being the bands I went to see. The music was good, people got cuter by the glass (not in an attracted-to-you kind of way), and any time I needed to pee I could rest assured that there would be an open toilet with my name on it. That's all I could ever ask for, really. 

I just woke up an hour ago, feels like bliss sleeping to eleven. I had wondrous dreams of sissy escapades with friends and trucks. I'm finally getting over my sick, too!

cheers, merry christmas

xx


P.S. Bill Murray, you're not really being a good best friend right now.