"Here's to another year of complete disregard for age appropriate developmental milestones."
I like this statement because it is very appropriate. Cata sent it to me for my birthday. Getting older isn't so bad when you ignore its ramifications.
Had a time last night. Some friends and I were suppose to have a slow night, dinner and few drinks with some live jazz. The band played happy birthday.
The next thing I know, I am drinking jack in a night club with a... madame? She was older, very attractive and seedy. She said she worked with models. Then I told her off.
"Hey Jack, didn't we agree not to see each other anymore?"
"Yeah... but it's your fucking birthday!"
Man, I was drunk. I was that kind of drunk that only whiskey can give. Breathing fire and feeling like the man. Fuck ya! I'm not sure if she was crying when I put her in a taxi.
I've been trying to remember what I said to her. She was complaining about China and the future. I told her to look around at all these people making a go of it in Shanghai... something, something, pointing at waiter, swearing... it is a wonder that she didn't just make out with me right then and there. I was on.
Didn't blackout though. That's a victory in and of itself. Jack is off the menu for the significant future as is pissing myself and vomiting.
I am getting wiser in my old age.
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