It's 9a.m. I've been awake for an hour. as i've laid in bed the following thoughts have raced through my brain. 1. what was
John Mayer playing last night in the tsunami relief concert? 2. I wonder how much money i have left in my account after last
night. 3. How much i really don't want to get out of bed to start this day. 4. How soon school will begin. 5. Why does the
universe haunt me with reminders of the past?
So...Here was yesterday. The begining of Lambda-ness begins with a 3 hour session and suprisingly-It's all good. that ends.
Followed by dinner with Sis and C. That ends. So begins the solo night with C. All is looking promising as i look cute and hot
and yeah. - Well I should have guessed it was going to be a night when the bar were supposed to be at is closed. okay. we wait
it out at the bar next door. bar were supposed to be at opens. no surprise, were 2 hours early before the band is schedulled
to play. we figure we'll wait it out. and play pool. So begins my twighlight zone reminders.
As we approach the bar, who else but JM would be on tv. no sweat. i move on. time passes new bartender enters the scene.
I look at him, he looks at me. its not him i think. and its not. but right in front of me serving my beer is Mr. Someones
Clone. thinking i'm on crack or that i've already had too much, i ignore it. throughout the night this bartender keeps coming
to check on us. i guess un-alone in my observation, C points out the obvious...
"That looks just like ..." ~ "Yes C, I know" ~ "Its not him, you know" " ~ "I know."
"Do you really think he's cute?" :-\ ~ "Yes C, I find him very attractive."
Subjects change. night goes on. drinking continues. I get a phone call, its J. i relay my night from the quiet of a bathroom.
We evaluate the universe and conclude with, "WEIRD."
The bands suck. We leave. Frontier is made into a quick stop- as there are "people he knows." God forbid we're spotted. Lol.
My place it is. We walk in and i'm called out. "Whats wrong?" I don't know what to say. For once in the back of my mind the
thought crosses my mind, "I think it might be okay to remember?" As always, I smile. I say, "Nothing."
He calls me when he gets home. I call him sweetheart. he laughs at my new label. I wake up and "Daughters" runs through my
head. so begins my morning...
Lol. For once, rather than be wrapped or fixated, I just find it funny. Gym time.