Sometimes I get into these moods where it doesn’t make sense not to write. Admittedly it has been awhile since one of these moods has struck. I think it may have something to do with the fact that I have been writing nearly every day in some form or another for the past several weeks. I know it isn’t like before. I wasn’t holed away in a silent room with no one to talk to and nothing to do but dredge up the unbearable pain and misery that was my life at the time… but… I don’t rightly know if I’d actually want to be in that situation again either.

No, this is different. I feel like a writer. I mean, I guess in a way, I am. I am “writing” for a living. Again, not in some kind of glamorous way that I’d imagined, but not distasteful either.

Let’s see.

Monday Night. Last night was another drunken Monday. One of those Mondays where you get off work and want nothing more than to get as far away from any sense of “work” as possible. In body, in mind, and if your soul got involved with the pettiness of the workplace, it would want to escape as well.

In any event, I recently met this woman named Patricia. No special story, or anything, just met through some friends, have some common interests, etc. I flaked on inviting her to this get-together at my place, so I took her out to lunch last week to explain myself and apologize. Lunch was “getting to know you” over Japanese fast-food, but we ended up having a great time. It was a little shocking and disquieting on my end. I’m used to being uncomfortable and edgy for much longer than I care to admit around most women. Anyway, long story short, she’s a cool chick and we had such a great time, so we decided to hang out again.

Yea!

We met in North Beach for dinner. We ate at this place called “The Steps of Rome”, pasta, appetizers, wine, and plenty of conversation. Neither of us had Big Important Plans™ for the rest of the evening, so afterwards we meandered over to a sports bar called “Condor” or something for another drink. We were just going to hang out and wait for another friend of hers to stop by, but instead ended up over at this little Indian place over by Union Square (closer to my house!). I finished my drink and we hopped a cab.

As it turns out, New Delhi is this Cheer’s-y sort of place for unemployed-dot-comers and 5th year Art students. No matter, the drinks were cheap, the jukebox was stuffed with a fair number of decent tunes, and the “local color” was damned entertaining.

Iris: 21 year old, couch surfing, photography major from the Phillipines (moved here when she was 14), who’s drink of choice is Jack Daniels is surrounded by a cadre of doting young men.

Alejandro: 25 year old film major from Columbia, major artistic influences include “The Good Fellas”, “Memento”, and “The Matrix”, who’s extent of directing thus far has been Coke commercials is going to be the next best thing. Alejandro wants to master it all, the art direction, the screenwriting, the editing…

Paul: Another twenty-something. Didn’t say more than a hello, goodbye, but I figure he was a college student, possibly English or Economics... Absolutely *doting* on Iris.

I guess you can say I was researching… For my own, next best thing… I’m going to write the next Great American Novel, and die rich and famous at age 27.

Yeah… right.

Anyway, I ended up watching the cadre of men drool on Iris long after Patricia and her beau-de-jour left for home. I couldn’t help wonder if the scene was as funny to anyone else there.

Sunday: I woke up still stoned from the cookie (1/4 of a cookie) that I ingested Saturday night at the PAMP (Party At My Place). See here for the reference.

The day was super mellow. I finished “Prozac Nation” by Elizabeth Wurtzel. It was interesting. I’m still on the fence as to weather or not I actually liked it. It’s basically about this Jewish girl from New York who has atypical depression and the story of her coming to terms with her life and the medication and such. Sort of reminded me of this other book I read about a lady with Manic-Depression (bi-polar type)...

Anyway, these are just random thoughts on what I’ve been reading.

Brian and I watched “Good Will Hunting” and the beginning of “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”. Oh yeah, and the Simpsons episode was damned funny.

Rewind again.
Saturday: Threw a party at my house. We had tons of people over. Made oodles of foods and super-potent cookies.

I loved it. Every minute of the cooking and even bits of the cleaning… I’m the hostess with the mostess!

I’ll get back to this at another time. I need to eat and asprin or something.