Reasonable hour

Due to some questionable activity from our neighbors, large water bugs have invaded our apartment. So I cleaned my whole apartment today in preparation for the arrival of the exterminator tomorrow morning. I'm so tired. Sigh. Thank goodness for Magner's Cider. Makes everything seem less icky.

What have I done lately that you might want to hear about? Let me think... I went to CB's to hear Chris' band on Tuesday night. Without any of you people, I'd like to add! I feel like I know all the According to Wendy songs now so sometimes I sing along. Some girl asked me if I was Wendy. I told her that Wendy is Chris' imaginary friend at which point she got up and moved away from me. The hat in the photo on my profile belongs to Chris now. It made him so much happier than it ever made me. So I'm in the market for a new white trash/goes-well-with-a-wifebeater hat. Any suggestions?

Chris' friend Jason came out, too. Apparently the last time I saw him I called him an "asshole" but I don't remember it. Ain't I charming? I felt bad enough to buy him a Red Stripe or two and he then convinced me that it was a bad idea to steal a big framed photo of Debbie Harry from off the wall.
Last night I had to go to a cocktail thingy at the Marlborough Gallery. The best thing I can say about that is it was quick and there was free champagne and cheese straws. Then I went to Tir Na Nog to watch three different sporting events at one time. The Yankees lost but Jenny (my friend the Met fan) was kind enough not to rub it in and she also inspired me to go home and download some Digable Planets. So shout out to Jenny! She's a cutie.

The Rangers lost, too -- SHOCKING -- and I don't know how the basketball game ended because... this is going to knock you off your chairs -- I decided to be responsible and come home at a REASONABLE HOUR. Now you may be saying, "Louise, I didn't know you were familiar with the phrase 'reasonable hour'? Where did you acquire this new knowledge?" Well, dear friends and random strangers who read my blog, I heard someone say it at work one day and then randomly I heard another person say it. And then another and another. They always seemed to say it right before they put down their empty glass and left a party or other social engagement at which alcohol was served. Then they ACTUALLY LEFT. What I noticed next was that these same people, the next time I saw them, were not at bleary-eyed and falling over their own shoes as I most likely was at that same moment. Through the powers of deductive reasoning I came to the conclusion that somehow putting down your glass and going home after invoking the magic "REASONABLE HOUR" phrase led to a lesser likelihood of vomiting on your neighbors' front walk and/or going to work the next morning with your shirt on inside out. So far it seems to be working out that way.

I have no plans tonight because I am at war with the insects. But tomorrow night I have to go to this jazz thing. A Edouard Glissant is being honored. It should be interesting.

Yankees are doing reaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllly well right now so I gotta go pay attention. Truthfully I'm going to watch the hot relief pitcher, Kyle Farnsworth. He's so freaking cute -- his teeth are so white they're like freaking piano keys.

If anyone goes out this weekend, give me a holler, okay?