Alrighty... i've been a BAD blogger. This has been pointed out to me in several recent conversations.

Why? Well, at least partially cuz in the scope of the hugeness of everything going on in the world lately, it's seemed a bit frivolous to go on about my small life in such detail. Also, my life has been sort of boring lately.

Anyways, enuff with boredom...

Last night was a very good night. I worked till 4 pm yesterday. Which means I actually worked till almost 5, natch. During my lunch break, I rushed out to check out Best Buy on Vets on their opening day. Picked up the new Garbage CD and the Saliva CD that's been out a while. I felt noisy. Only $11.99 each. I passed on buying the Argento double disc sets cuz their are better things to spend money on right now.

So, after I got in from work, I walked the dog, checked email and showered. Then I drove downtown. I parked my car in the edge of the Marigny and ran to Gargoyles shoe store before they closed. After a lot of scoping out of boots, which I need a new pair of, I zoned in on a nice calf high pair with lots of lace and three buckles across the back of 'em. $180 though. I'm living with the idea of them for a couple of days before I commit. Altho, I think I've already mentally committed. I see myself looking quite nice in them.

Next I walked over to Electric Ladyland on Frenchmen and spent some time checking out their flash and talking to one of the artists. Their prices seem quite decent. I really have no clue what I want though. I just know I want more ink on my unadorned arm. Of course, my parents still haven't seen the other arm...

After the tattoo shop, I drove over and parked at Harrahs and got my ticket validated and then left the casino. I did some shopping at the Riverwalk. Spent $145 and got 4 pairs of pants and 4 shirts. Not too shabby. Of course, Flynn called while I was at the Gap and seemed horrified that I was at the Gap. Whatever dude! I think he got my reasoning when I pointed out that a $20 pair of cargo pants or jeans is a nice thing to have no matter if it did come from the Gap. As long as my clothes don't have big labels announcing their origins I don't care where the fuck they come from.

Agreed to meet Flynn at Lafitte's later since he'd be meeting Jonno there. Yay, happy to see Jonno.

Back in the car, back to the edge of the Marigny. Bags stowed in trunk. A quick change into new dark jeans. Pouting a bit cuz I didn't buy the boots.

I wander the Quarter a bit and decide to have dinner at Angeli. Grilled eggplant sandwich with fries and a Bloody Mary. Bloody good. Read all the gay rags while I'm dining. Nice and relaxifying.

After dinner, I strole down to Virgin Mega and listen to CDs for an hour or so. Nothing bowls me over except for the first track on the new Curve CD. I didn't even know their was a new Curve CD.

I browse Tower a bit also. Have to make myself not buy the new action figure of Kaneda from Akira sitting on his bike. NICE! but it'll be cheaper elsewhere later.

Then I head on to the fruit loop. I intend to stop at the Pub to say hi to Wil and Chris, but they're charging cover and I ain't paying. So, I head to Lafittes. Jonno is at the bar, talking to Eric, who's bartending.

Eric is a recent transplant from Chicago, I believe. I've met him a couple of times. Cute guy. Never remembers who I am. That pretty much sums up the impression I've made, I suppose. :) He's quite cute in everyday life. I don't think I like him behind a bar. It seems sort of demeaning to him...

Regardless, it was the first time I'd actually gotten to hang out with Jonno where speaking was involved in many weeks. I saw him last Saturday, but I was sorta drunk and all I did was give him a big bearhug. But, I think the hug was an effective means of communication in that case.

It was Rock Night at Lafittes. The music was hit and miss, but Bowie and Romeo Void were the highlights. I feel like having bourbon so Jonno, my new mixologist, introduces me to a Red Snapper. Bourbon, amaretto, cranberry and a splash of soda. I like.

Flynn appears. Conversing follows. We wander to Rawhide. Hang with Andy at the bar for a bit. See Robert who compliments me on my sobriety for the evening. Then to Voodoo. At which point, I check the time and head home.

Me and a dog in the bed adrift in an air-conditioned frigid blissful slumber...

This morning, so far, a haircut. And a good one. I feel pretty. Now, I'm gonna go shop some more before I work this afternoon.

I'm back, trivialities and all... And I'll try to keep at it... promise...