Long freakin’ day, man. Meeting in the morning, worked my ass of during the rest of the day. Long, long day.

Met up with Kevin at Growler’s Pub around 6:30p. We had a great time, and again, as always with him, I ended up drinking too much - three glasses of wine, c’mon, but still, too much for me.

Around … um … I think 10pm I headed into the bathroom. And, like a good drunken idiot, called Michael. After singing his name into his answering machine, he picked up. If I had to guess why, I’d say because he keeps the volume relatively loud, and it was past Thomas’s bedtime.

But I digress.

It wasn’t one of my prettiest moments. I teased and joked with him, and we talked, but I’m not sure about what. I was feeling itchy, I remember that, and asked if I could come over. Not being a total moron, he refused (gently). I noticed the walls in the bathroom were a vivid green, and told him. The lady in the stall said, “Just tell him you love him and get it over with,” so I did. I’m not sure what he made of all that.

Um, slight problem with this story is that Kevin was waiting for me, but unfortunately I was not paying much attention. By the time I left the bathroom, 20 minutes later, Kevin had left. Although he did pay the bill and leave me a nice message.

I felt about <---> this big.

So, in my embarrassment, I called him and forced him to tell me where he lived (specifically - I knew generally) so I could come by and apologize in person and give him money for it. He said it wasn’t important, but I still felt like a shit.

He only lives about 5 min from the place, so we sat around talking for another half hour, and I got to see his place, which is really cool. He forgave me (finally) although, knowing Kevin, I’ll never hear the end of it.

(I’m writing this at 6am. I never see this time of day. But I woke up at 5:30am from a horrific dream - apparently in this dream, Max came by my parents’ house, looking for my folks. He was about to go on the road as some kind of one-man show. He was headed to Tennessee and wanted to show my parents the sketches he’d done. By the end of the dream, my nerves were shot, but he had gone from being a mean, snarly guy towards me, to being the charming guy he can be. Before he left, we hugged, and the dream ended with some sort of uneasy alliance between us. I’m not sure why I woke up in a cold sweat. But I did.)

Strange days,

michelle