Friday morning

Don't get me wrong here- I never even got Mary-Anne's phone number. She goes out dancing a lot and so do I- and she is GOOD- she has that noble prancing type of moves, cat like, very up-right and feminine. I made sure to say good-bye to her when I left. She said she'd see me soon.

I didn't say good-bye to Janet- the only thing she managed to say to me all night was to ask if I had any blow.

Went home- tried to sleep- no good- got maybe an hour or two- went downtown. I knew MamaThang and JGirl were working- I owed JGirl $20 and needed to get it to her. Went shopping- bought myself a birthday Zippo, a $45 Diesel undershirt for Morales night (light weight- skin tight- black- PERFECT).

Met up with Mike and Phil for a b-day lunch- which descended into strippers at the Downtown- great idea when you're coming down off your E to have full contact VIP dances in a dark lit room with a girl who speaks very little english and is paid to get men horny.

After an hour or so of that I decide it might be a good idea to get some air so it's off to the patio of Sir Winstons on Crescent St. This was a great idea until the funk band that is playing for some auto-racing event starts their sound check- it was a bit unworldly and too loud!

Then, it was off to the Typhoon to meet my co-workers. How would they be doing this fine Friday afternoon?