OK, I'm home now, after an unexpectedly good night of fun drinking and bullshitting with anyone who would talk to me. Guys, I'm not a hot number in my middle age, although when I was young, I could not complain. Sometimes I feel like I'm invisible anymore, but not tonight. I had a blast at Carlo & Johnny's in Montgomery, a Northeastern suburb of Cincy. I met a good-looking chick from Dayton, although meeting anyone from Dayton is not normally something to brag about. There was an outstanding band there--10 people behind the mikes. Now, 10 people onstage can be either a good or a bad thing. In this case, it was very good. It had been a while since I felt so loose out on a dance floor. Thing is that Friday night was a bit of a wash-out, so I was not expecting things to go well tonight. I seem to do best when I have low expectations. Anyway, I haven't been in really good spirits for a long while, so I thought I'd pollute the airwaves tonight with this shit. Dammit, I wish I could keep this high forever. Tomorrow is another day, and that's the way it goes. I hope everyone had at least some fun this Saturday night.
I ended up in a little hole in the wall near where I used to live in Kenwood. I met up with some of the 20-something crowd I met a couple of years back. Good times were had by all there too. Damn. Why can't my weekends always go like this?