What a wonderfully wasted day. I got up late, drank coffee, wrote to you, worked on images, went to the gym, came home and ate a sandwich from Whole Foods which was surprisingly good, drank beer, showered, took a nap, then got up and went for drinks and dinner with a friend. That carried over until early evening. We sat outside on the Boulevard next to heaters with gas flames in glass tubes while eating at a hip Italian place that had very good food. Girls smiled and stopped and even flirted. I need to get out more. My friend and I have been close for many years, and we made plans to live the way we once did. He is the fellow I went to Sundance with last year. We are going again this year. It is good to have friends with a similar sense of life and living to keep you going. We have plans, and plans are always good. It gives hope to the future.
Tomorrow should be fun, too. I will run in the morning and take my mother to C.C.'s for dinner in the afternoon. I loaded up on liquids today--Sauvignon Blanc and good champagne and several strong beers. I also bought flowers for the table.
So tonight--at least tonight--I am happy and content. I can make all the mistakes I want to make and even some I don't, and there is no one here to tell me "no." I have much to keep me occupied and some to keep me company. There are young women who offer me their sensibilities and company, and the liquor stores are still open. I am both older than my years and younger, and I know I look both forward and back. It will not always be so. But while it is, I'm going to take it in my teeth and shake it 'til it offers something up.
That is, at least, how I feel after a nice night out on the Boulevard.
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