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growler_south ([personal profile] growler_south) wrote2005-06-26 12:45 am

loathing

Just got back from Urge: lovely dark and seedy bar. Good things at Urge:

-Flirtatious barman cracking jokes
-Woofy doorman wanting to engage in watersports
-Cute little CJ snogging my face off
-Astonishingly well-hung and rather attractive gentleman trying to pick me up
-DJ who wants to chat about the latest thing he's heard that I might like
-Swarthy Eastern European lad cruising me relentlessly
-Beer from Larry
-Friendly chatting with little Ted

What an awesome night it should have been! But no. Cold dark weather, a late night last night, all my favourite friends away in Melbourne and $15 in my pocket conspired to deck me with a sudden, unexpected and utterly relentless dose of depression. I'm not horny, my house is a shithole of epic proportions, and I needed to go home before it got so bad I damaged myself. In the end I just expressed my frustration through the medium of tyre smoke: parallel black stripes through the carpark and around the corner.

Re: Loves company...

[identity profile] egbubba.livejournal.com 2005-06-27 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks. I really didn't mean that to sound unappreciative of the time I have with Dad. Just some lament that I'm not always the son I could/should be.

It really was a good weekend. I took Dad to see "Mr. & Mrs. Smith". Dad got to ogle Angelina Jolie. I got to ogle Brad Pitt*. Some dad-son bonding, and the best minivan chase scene ever!

(*Pitt's generally a little too "pretty" for my tastes, but he'll do in a pinch. [g])