I also love when you look at the new photos I just posted on Flickr of my trip to Mt. St. Helens with Dave (a dear, a darling, a long-time favorite), who visited recently. I'm soooooo far behind on getting photos up that I might just give up altogether and delete all the pictures I've taken between, oh, April and now. Stupid job-having--kept me so busy. Unemployment is so much better!* Now I just go to the beach.
Tonight: Saw Madison stars Colony of Watts open for local gems Ferocious Eagle, and Oh What A Night. Ferocious Eagle = my dear, dear friend Greg's band, whom all of about... hmm, lemme see... NONE of you could bother to drag your dear and precious selves out to see when they played not once, but TWICE in Chicago. Do I judge? Oh Christ, I'm a Scorpio. Come. On. Of course I judge.
The show was good. However, on to the blah blah blah stuff: So for the finale of my DRANK evening, a friend of mine asked me--no, BEGGED me--to come to her house and enjoy some cocaine with her. I, the prude, declined. I always decline. Coke is just one of those things that I don't feel I'm missing out on. No bone in my body feels any urge to indulge in that substance, ever, for any reason, period. And I have conflicted feelings about my steadfastness on this issue: On one hand, I feel a) kind of childish (because I'm admittedly scared of that drug, and most everyone I know has at least tried it, while I absolutely, positively refuse, and always have refused, to touch the stuff), yet b) kind of adult (because I accept that I'm old and broken and I feel that my experimental days--even as tame, very tame, as they were--are long, long over). Regardless, I left her house not even mildly tempted to partake. Maybe it's because my sister is a giant cokehead that I avoid the stuff like the plague, but part of me realizes I probably just lack some "fun gene" that the rest of the planet possesses. So tell me, am I seventy years old at heart, or is not wanting to snort narcotics up your schnoz kind of the norm?
Meh. Gonna go see if Emily is up and wants to chat.
*That reminds me, I just put in final grades Tuesday after grading aaaalllll my students' portfolios, hence I've officially performed my final duty as adjunct faculty! I will probably not stand in front of a classroom for a year and a half, and who knows when I will next have to put in final grades. Life is changing. Scary.