The FORTRESS of SOLITUDE

I found out some very sad news yesterday regarding the father of one of my closest friends. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I just wanted to send out some positive thoughts his way and wish his father good luck. Love you, man.

Last night I went out to my local to meet my friend, Ian. He reads this so...fuck you, bud. :P Anyway, we decided to head to Woody's to see another friend of ours. Was a rip roaring good time until everyone from the other bar started showing up. See - here's the thing, Ian and I enjoy going to Woody's because it's not the other bar we hang out at. It has different people, different staff (cough) and a different vibe. When it starts filling up with douchebag after douchebag (only two, really...and I live with one of 'em) it gets rather annoying. Unfortunately, there is nothing we could do, so we resigned ourselves to getting rip roaringly drunk.

My original (and best...heehee) plan was to go for ONE drink at the local and then come home, maybe renting a movie on the way. I had wine chilling in the fridge and my friend E was planning on visiting to catch up, watch some Kathy Griffin, get drunk and meet Orko for the first time. Yay!

I ended up going to Woody's with Ian and getting BLITZED. E met me there and we came back to my place. Was great fun. I got wasted, we laughed our asses off and E fell in love with my kitty. I had to wrestle him to the ground to prevent him from stealing the little tyke at the end of the evening.

He also brought back my camera, which has been recharged and put to good use. I've been taking pictures GALORE of Orko - catching up on the month I missed. My personal fave is the Damien picture...