...And I guarantee that you will be mine!!!"
R. Kelly is also a bad influence on me these days, along with Prince and Curtis Mayfield.
Man, I totally blew Sunday. Lost. Gone! Well, Mr. Wonderful and I did go for a run 1st thing in the morning. Then I went home, showered, changed, and picked up li'l bro so we could go down to Pasadena again. My cousins were going to be there and Popo has held on so we wanted to go see everyone. It was a nice visit and my aunts were even civil to me, for once. I was civil right back. Ma had told me to be stoic and not cry (like I did last Weds.) and I did until right before we left. I said to Popo, "I'll see you later," and cried as I left. He was even worse then than he was before. Now he wasn't even really seeing us, or able to focus, or something, and he was talking about the farm from when he was a boy. He was also seeing people from the past: my grandma, his sisters/brothers, etc. Sigh.
I dropped off li'l bro and I had made plans to get together w/BFFF Jon but we didn't know what time, so I called him while I was driving home and he said he would come over then, in the afternoon, so that's what he did. He'd never seen The Last Waltz all the way through so I insisted we watch it; actually my copy was at his place where I'd took it last week, thinking we'd have a chance to watch it there. He brought it over and we watched the whole thing. Jon is actually so close to Bob Margolin (Muddy Waters' guitarist) that he stays at his house when he goes to Mississippi for the Blues Music Awards! ("Aaagghhh!" I screamed internally with jealousy!!!) Jon also threw out that he's opened for Taj Mahal "too many times to count"!!! Acccckkkkk!!! See why I wanna make Jon my new BFFF? Hence, the R. Kelly song title of this post. Which I am well on my way to doing.
Anyway, so the rest of the weekend... Friday night when I got home from Job #2 I passed out on my couch from exhaustion from 8:30p-10p. I woke up long enough to shower, change, and get to Stefano's house. Sat. we went to see the 1pm showing of the French Pastry documentary which was really wonderful--when the one chef drops his sugar sculpture I actually teared up! After the movie we had to hit the Chocolate Bar since I was going through DT's and needed a fix. The rest of the evening/night we hung around Stefano's house wearing very little clothing and ordered in for dinner and drank a good amount of wine. Damn, it's fun being a grownup!
So this week... I actually have a couple nights off which now feels WEIRD since I've been going going going for weeks now!!! I feel like I have to fucking force myself to stay at home tonight and behave which will not be that hard since Jon/Stefano/every other man it seems will be watching the football game and/or baseball game tonight. (Eye roll.) However tomorrow night I have allowed Phillipo to talk me into going out, and after that I have tentative plans to meet Jon after his gig and hang out. Weds. is off as I have convinced Leo to give me a week off. Thursday is the legendary Allen Toussaint in a free concert at the park!!! Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!
Weight Loss Note: I have been dropping pounds. Around 3 to be exact, in the past week and a half. I just don't have much interest in eating b/c I'm too busy going out, drinking, and carousing w/Phillipo, Jon, etc. It's kinda cool, seeing as how the holidays are upon us and the average person gains 6 lbs. over the holiday season. I'm getting a big head start should I get my appetite back someday. When/if my Popo goes that's gonna be another big hit to my system. I can't believe I didn't do a goddamn thing yesterday for Halloween, which is typically my favorite day of the year; I was just too damn busy w/Everything Else In The World to even think about H'ween. Here's what I really need to do tonight: work on my songwriting. Got a great title for a new song too, "Hellhound Riding Shotgun." Heh.
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