So I got on a plane, got stood up for breakfast in phx by adam, got on another plane, got on a train, walked around the chicago loop carrying suitcases, got on a bus, got in a taxi, got home,
left some of my luggage in the taxi so i had to drive back downtown, somehow find that same cab, found it, drove home, drove to the club.
hawaii was fun but i missed the club. the club in hawaii was fun too, but not the same. slept like a rock, got up to work on the memo, but the library was closed.
so i headed to the coffeehouse, ran into joh and dan. we went for dinner to a lesbianese place, where the cute waiter, adam, was a guy who stood me up for a date 5 years ago and i'm still sulking.
we went to joh's and i made a blog entry out of the waiter's picture, which i still had, and worked on the memo. sunday i worked on the memo all day, finished it, went to the club. fell hard for a new
dancer. we hit it off and he gave me his email, oliverclothesoff17 at yahoo. it just bounced. so i'll probably never see him again? sulk. i wonder if his name's adam.
