i'm listening to the psychadelic furs and its so beautiful i want to cry. this and the fact that i had tears in my eyes while watching some stupid "makeover story" on the womens channel earlier is proof enough that while i didn't get hideously drunk last night i did have a few drinks. hangovers make me weird. (and by that i mean weirder than usual).
the liz and i went to "brit night" at the plaza last night. it was our first venture to this particular club and i hated it before i got there and for at least the first hour. it was the kind of place that in terms of the way i look i fit in fine but mentally i don't fit in at all. luckily all the old freaks, geeks and goths were there and i soon felt at home. my "thursday night boyfriend" (as liz calls him because i once - or twice - said that i think he's cute and not because i'm cheating on my lovely husband who happens to read this diary :)) was also there and he waved awkwardly at me a couple of times. i waved awkwardly back. we danced until my feet were so sore that when i got home i had to watch murder she wrote with my legs propped up on a cushion :) it was a good night. i was beginning to think i was too old for clubs but like that sketch by that comedian (who's name has just escaped me) of his dad dancing i think "i've still got it" :)
11:41 a.m. - April 18, 2003
Recent entries:
I did good
Me
Nights suck
-
Tea and hamsters
My profile
Archives
Notes
Diaryland
Random
RSS
others:
satchmo3
hangover
merrywitch
iooi
ubermeister
sillybitch
n-poledancer
renita
bevanandjen
echoman
elsbro
wanderboot
meli-melo
trulypoetic
melindabean
where-ocar
explodingboy
groovy-decay
pablo
mittensgirl
robspaceman
ebombmom