i'm home now.
what a shitty night.
bad crowd. they were nasty. assholes.
the weather gets warmer and everybody comes crawling out from under the rocks and trees.
some girl actually started with me tonight.
she was shoving me to get by, and i wouldn't budge. so she tripped on my foot, and finally got to where she wanted. i was pissed, so i snapped, "why don't you try saying excuse me..". i turned around to my friends and she had the audacity to shove my head, so i whipped around, and smacked her right up side of her head. and she gave this look of disgrace.
i just turned back around and gave the hand. heh.
i quickly recollected my thoughts, "i'm pmsing. i'm bitchy. i don't need to kicked out. besides i got pull here. i can get her out in two seconds. whatever. i'm bigger than that. breath. control."
yep. that's right. i've got pull just about every bar i go to. and so do most of my friends. so with a little collaboration, it all goes a long way.
..................................
i didn't see criminal (mike) there. but i did tell my cousin about what found, tonight.
i asked if she knew anyone who could have access to police reports and whatnot.
her best friend's fiance is a D.A., and her other friend is a detective for NYPD, who graduated law school with my dad.
i think my dad has access too, but i don't what him to do that.
so my cousin said she'd make a couple of calls and have them do a background check of mike.
just to make sure i wasn't "dating a fucking timothy mcvey", her words exactly.
yeah.. that would help.
i still can't believe i'm doing this.
am i going too far???
or am i playing it safe???
...............................
on a happier note.
i gave my number to another mike.
mike b.
we met on christmas at the bar.
he was bartending.
pags and i wrote him a drunken secret admirer note as a joke.
and he's remembered me since. so tonight i saw him, and we got to talking a bit. he was on his break. he stepped out to the other side of the bar, and had a brew with me. we shared cigarettes, because i forgot my lollipops.
when his break was over, and my friends were awaiting me on the dance floor, he says to me, right before he slid to the other side of the bar, "'lily', is it possible i can call you sometime?".
i flash a big smile, "why yes it is.."
and he jots my digits down on a napkin.
i think i like him.
he's a cutie.
funny too.
he makes me smile.
4:56 a.m. - 2001-04-28
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