And so I begin with the past in front. Got a couple loads of laundry done this weekend. Went to the Jones family house and celebrated their young ones first birthday. Father Jones called me this morning to thank me for coming over. I asked him why he thought he should be thanking me for coming to his party. He said his little girl’s birthday party must be pretty low on the “good times list” of a fun, single, urban male. I wonder sometimes if my friends really know who I am. I was just glad to be invited to a party and hang out with people that I like for a couple hours. And I told him that. I’ll miss him if he moves to Atlanta. I’ve known father Jones for 15 plus years. Afterward I went out to the bars and tried to fulfill my friends image of me. G&T’s were the poison of the evening. I went to the local haunt and watched the Ave’s game. Afterwards, chatted it up with a couple from Kansas. Then I wandered aimlessly around town, walking past my old residence and two old girlfriends’ houses to the bar where i met Sabrina. I hate that bar. I’m not sure why I went. I think it’s cause I wanted to walk. The nippy air felt good on my cheeks. I ran into some guy their who knew me. It took me about fifteen minutes to remember who he was, and that’s only cause he started talking about snowmobiles. I was home early.

On Sunday I went out to lunch with my Mom, my brother, and Pandy (my brothers girlfriend). We went to the Greek Town Cafe. It wasn’t that good. Pete’s is better. I’ll give it another try though. My mom bought a new car and I took it around the neighborhood for a test drive. It’s nice, a Mazda, kinda like mine but newer. Then we all went over to my brothers. We watched TV and I jabbered with Jami on the phone. Pandy fixed us 15 bean soup (I didn’t know there were 15 beans either). She is a good cook, but more just a sweetheart for fixing her boyfriends moochey brother all these great dinners. We watched a program on 60 minutes, or one of those “news magazine” shows, about sextuplets. Why is it that whenever I watch nightline or 60 minutes or whatever, they are always going back to check up on these octuplets or quintuplets or whatever? It seems like these programs are just some sort of super-baby producing and tracking networks. I stayed and watched the American Music Awards too. This was so exciting to make fun of that it was hard to change the channel. The AMA’s were terribly painful in the best sort of way. It literally felt good when they were over. And it was nice to have the release. Kind of like a good shit.