Lisztomania (Alex Metric Remix) – Phoenix
Just got back from DJigging a big charity event. Also known as a D lister party. D-listers. D-lusters. Reality show heads. Famous ex-wives. People in commercials. Rich old men. Young empty women. Desperate older women, out looking for husbands. Empty. Vapid. Fake. Gift bags. Mighty fun! Thank funk I was DJigging. At least I discovered that romance novels are a great ice-breaker. Got home. Done. Dusted. Dancing? Eh. Nay. Kind of has me pondering. How’s my plan going? You know. Every man needs a plan, plan. So. In the past month I have:
- Boozed
- Danced
- DJ’igged
- Boozed
- Been a single parent
- Been a tour guide
- Been a host
- Boozed
- Watched intense Harrison Ford movies
- Watched brooding Keanu Reeves movies
- Criticised movies I’ve never even seen
- Boozed
- Watched stand-up
- Watched soccer matches
- Played soccer matches
- Enjoyed pool days
- Lounged about
- Boozed
- Read romance novels
- Read scripts
- Read books about writing
- Prepared for writing
- Boozed
- Ate
- Slept
- Flown around
- Boozed
- Did this
- Did that
- Paid rent early
- Almost ended up being on a really big TV show
- Went on a sunbed
A buddy of mine always seems to sense when I am hungry. Just as I might get a pang of hunger, right on cue, the buddy would see if I wanted to go with them for something to eat. Sounds good. Lets go. Lets go eat. The problem was, I would inevitably find out, that it was never a straight forward scenario of just going somewhere to eat. Without fail, there was always something else. A shop where we had to call into quickly on the way. Then one more place next door to return some other item. While we’re in this area, can we just get one more thing. It will only be 5 more minutes, 55 tops! Sorry about this, food is on me for all the commotion. Always, always, always happened. Obviously only one person at fault… me, for not copping on after the second time that this was the way it was going to be. Saying we were going to get something to eat. But not actually eating for a long, long time after what was first planned. In the end, I’d end up in the pub, drinking my sanity back after yet another run around. 
Enough Talk, More Writing! 