everybody's changing

this is a recap of recent events, not one consistent idea. (though when do i ever write anything consistent)

saw The Killers at Merriwheather last Wednesdaywith Beth and Kyle. and yes, i know they couldn't be more mainstream, fucking Keane opened for them. but you know what? GOOD. like REAL GOOD. i enjoyed both bands and even these other guys i had heard of but hadn't heard, Louis XIV. something about outdoor concerts make me feel like a normal human being., it's probably the combination blanket, sun and beer ; followed by pass-around joints immediately after dark. and even though these guys are pretty adult-contemporary, it was like statuatory rape theater - you're sitting these and someone walks from behind where your sitting so the first glimpse you get is of a perfect booty and then they turn around to tell their dad to hurry up and you feel like the dirtiest of dirty old men in the world.

leaving my job at Red Star this Friday for greener pastures over at the new Waterfront Hotel, where i start on Sunday. you may know the joint, it's where they shot all the bar scenes for Barry Levinson's critically acclaimed and publically underappreciated cop-drama, Homocide : Life on the Streets. i've been living there lately between and after shifts so it was only a matter before i worked my way in like a tick. it'll be nice to work again with old friends like Hathaway, Ben and Lyndsi - they's good people.

turned 27 years old last Saturday, the 11th. nothing exciting to speak of, i had to work a double in the kitchen that day so i was treated to many many MANY drink Friday starting at midnight and then late Saturday night. met a high school spanish teacher, Jen (try listening to Mike Doughty's "27 Jennifers" sometime) and a waitress from a place i visited a few months ago for dinner, Christy but no major excitement to speak of. there needs to be a law or something, not for a mercy fuck or anything but maybe just some obligatory making out. i mean, that never hurt anyone unless for some awakward hair-in-braces homecoming type situations. new bedspread, new cell phone, and new books from my Mammy.

one such book, the new Nick Hornby A Long Way Down i devoured in 2 short nights after work. pretty easy read, the usual quirky cast of characters and a thinly veiled message about gleaming meaning from a meaningless life, but none-the-less enjoyable. since he's gotten out of the heads of male characters like High Fidelity's Rob or About a Boy's Will and Marcus, i found it hard to get amped up by the way he writes his women characters. i mean, the guy writes out the thinking of males perfectly, i wouldn'tr mind so much if he had stuck to being the one-trick pony of a writer. time to get to work on yet another Graham Greene, The Heart of the Matter. and Bret, i want my End of the Affair back, get your own.

hung out with S. Michael Oliver down in DC at the Fox and the Hound a few weekends back, got the skinny from him. loading up the impressive jukebox and pounded drinks for old time's sake, it was good to see him. blew the good vibe of the afternoon by a sudden outburst of anti-gay sentiment, poor form Douglas. we were too close to Dupont, it was hard to hold-back. sorry, Mike.

had drinks with Bret last night, even my hermitic brother Drew came along. weird, Drew thought Bret was hilarious. though not too weird, my brother hates most everyone too, and that's where Bret's humor comes from. deciding the loser of Megatouch Power Trivia's Music category buys shots of Jameson, now that was a bad idea - i went from a-okay to woozy in the mater of 15 minutes and 3 quick ones.

shaved my head down to almost scalp about a month back, duty-free haircuts are the bomb - four minute showers, no need for fucking product, a slightly more scar-serious look, the look of shock on your friends' faces, and being mistaken for a member of the Arayian Union... okay, so that last one ain't so cool, but i can't help my paleness. and those cuts and scars and burns on my arms, they ain't from scrappin, son - they from cookin.

that's it for now, see you next month, ha-ha. 

:doug @ 11:49 PM

don't come around here no more...

the next time, i'll be ready for you.

[edited after sober reviewing] 

:doug @ 3:41 AM