you sound too much like you've seen it all

I had three drinks on Saturday, in three different bars. I don't think I've ever done that. Not in a very long time, at least. So yes, the plan was to try a new bar (and to try a new bar a week until we hit all the places we want to/should check out). We started with the Mark Bar. I was unimpressed. It was nice inside and all, but I very much felt as if I'd walked into a private party I'd never want to attend. Everyone knew each other and looked like they worked at Other Music (I swear that some actually did). Bored, we left after one drink and intended to go a couple doors down to Tommy's Tavern, but the huge throng of smokers outside was intimidating, and the bad sounds emanating from the back were irritating, so we walked on. To the Pencil Factory, which I liked better, thanks. Still, only one drink's worth of entertainment there that night.

We walked over to the cabstand, had an entertaining ride home, marked by an odd exchange with a man on the street, walking with a very foxy woman. He stared and stared and gave us a thumbs-up (we can only assume he was looking for affirmation of his hot date). Whatever it was, it was funny. So was our driver. The night ended at the bar next door, where we hadn't been in a while either. "Conan the Destroyer" was on. I was not feeling it. We had one drink, talked to bartender Greg (commuting from Boston? What?) and left.

This coming weekend is busy, so maybe we try a weekday new excursion. I have some ideas.

Can someone explain how Tasti-D-Lite does it? I feared some pact with Satan, but it's Kosher, so that can't be it. Maybe I should stop worrying and just enjoy the glory of it all.

Today, for the first time ever (see, I manage to keep life fresh and exciting, even at my advanced age), I sent my laundry out with a pick-up/delivery service. I have never entrusted my laundry with anyone not related. This is very odd to me. Exciting, though. Ooh!

The lady was such a little tiny, but she was strong. I was trying to help her bring the wash down the stairs, but she was all about rocking it out herself. I'm impressed. I'll be even more impressed if it is really back here all shiny clean at 11AM tomorrow, as predicted.

I don't think I slept for more than 20 contiguous minutes last night. Being restless in your own bed totally sucks. I hadn't even had caffeine, or anything in particular to worry about. And I was tired. Ugh. Suck.