so, Saturday i went over to my friend Tony’s apartment to make music. we got some really wonderful jamming done… it felt so good to play with him again. 2 6-string acoustics, shimmering together. we both pick up on whatever each other’s playing right away. i think there WILL be a future with this thing.
later on, we went to Peaches in Yellow Springs. i already had a few beers (as is our wont), and found myself vehemently challenging Tony to a sprint of a few dozen meters. i don’t know why, i just really wanted to run like hell. poor Tony only had on flip-flops, too… but it didn’t register with me at the time.
anyway, i bailed on the street and ended up sliding about 5 feet on the pavement. at a seriously inhuman clip, too, i’m afraid. i wound up scraping most of my elbows off, plus a good chunk of thumbish palm-meat, and a good deal of knee. i’m still in pain.
bloody and limping, we made it to the bar, where we met an old friend of mine, who was fairly wounded herself (and should not be). i hope she’ll be okay. domestic violence is a horrible thing. she swore to me that she’d be ok, and that it wouldn’t be likely to happen again.
Lisa & i started the new job as well. it’s a bit intimidating for me (an admitted male) to be working in a place that deals mostly in women’s underwear. thankfully, i’m neither a prude nor a creep. still, it’s really funny to be one of the few people in class who is actually just learning about different types of bras. the girls are probably bored to tears, but i’m having a hard time figuring out what sets apart a THIS from a THAT. and then there’s the fact that the entire arc of my vision is literally filled with images of beautiful models in lingerie… some just barely. it’s enough to bring me to tears. can you just imagine? i spend half my day staring at half-naked women… because i actually have to! it makes me nervous, like i feel bad, or guilty, about it. or should. or something. i’m sure i’ll get used to it.
