It’s well after midnight and I am home from Tequila Hill. Not entirely chemically myself.
What am I going to blog about??
We had great food. A lot to drink. Good people.
Rocky is here.
I have new equipment.
We talked about race and color with Nok and Donnie. Am I wrong or was Donnie kind of flirting with me? I am out of practice.
We talked about pubic hair, tattoos and how race impacts what sort of tattoo you decide to get, and if it’s gender that impacts that decision more than race or color.
Tyson is pissed off because all the 50 year olds are looking at their phones instead of talking to him.
Communication is hard.
Writing every single day is hard. Especially if you are not home for several hours a day to write, and/or just don’t really feel like it. Or if you are..altered.
Or all of the above.
Anyway, it was another great evening on Tequila Hill.
Somehow it always is.
Am I imagining it, or did we really decide to meet for breakfast at 0800?
Isn’t that kind of early??