Well, a cold fucking weekend in Connecticut sure picks up my spirits. I left California less than three months ago, and haven’t been here even two and a half months yet. I shouldn’t blame this prudish state.
Last night was actually sort of fun. I got some much needed energy from some family friends at dinner, and went out with Stone to New Haven and met up with a few pockets of people. The Playwright in New Haven was sort of an eye opener. I hadn’t been there on a Saturday before, typically because I’m against paying a cover to go to a bar/club. But you get a lot for only $5. We got in quite late, and everyone was a lot more spirited than I, but it was still worth going in to see that there are still girls out showing off the goods. I don’t know how they do it… going around in thirty degree weather with no jackets… but I’m glad they do.
Anyway, I had something else to write about when I started this and I forgot what… bleh.