yesterday was the company's quarterly meeting followed by a crazy company happy hour at JilliansPoolThingy where we drank and sank like fishes and mobsters. it must be some sort of requirement to have an iron tum or lush lips before hiring - although i must say when the older WhiteMaleVPs of the company take to drink, one does not have to worry about ordering a second drink and being scowled at.

i compare these parties to the cookie/cake parties back at the physicslibrary. i compare them and smile a bit...i in no way miss the tense innocence and forced nature of those gatherings.

makersmarkmanhattans are now a favorite drink of mine, a not fucking around kind of drink, a lump of sugar, a cherry - the drink of champions.

needless to say i am hungover today.

tt and i went out stomping after my work party - 70/80s goth night downtown. interesting to go, but i did not dance much... no exercise for me.

out late on a schoolnight! (about time)

man makes a gun
man goes to war
man can kill and man can drink and man can take a whore

kill all the blacks
kill all the reds
if there's war between the sexes then there'll be no people left

...and so it goes - go round again...
but now and then we wonder who the real men are

MmmmMMMMmmmmm MmmmmmMMMMmmMMmmm