I be alright when my hands get warm.

Hello out there. I am not dead.. though it was the closest I have ever encountered. Here are the updates on the events and regrets of the past few days(who am I kidding...) weeks. (I hav e decided that I can have regrets when it is directly related to a situation that I have no control over- like being sick- so it is not regret really... rather, just shittay circumstances.

Tuesday, December 23... game night at the griffins... ahh what a powerful, unbeatable, gaming machine were we! ha! Lela and Steve didn't stand a chance against the humming and mime capabilities of Sam and I.... though they were quite clever with words and puzzles... but we smoked them. It's okay to say that because they are great sports- and they can certainly dish it- so I know they can take it.
So Sam and I are off to get some drinks... which we started on much earlier that evening- let's not forget that I have had Thai stink garbage for lunch... it will play a role in te story later. So we go to this bar and Spencer was not there because he has important things to do in Iowa City. (Spencer is Sams super cute artistic, sensitive type brother who, if opportunity arises, yes I would make out with) but I really don't know him that well... anyhoo- we go to the Royal Mile and it stinks in there because it was crowded and the bartenders were (surprise) being assholes. (I have had several non-productive encounters with the service there... usually acting as the mediator before a friend jumps over the bar to finish a sentence) So we leave and go to Court Avenue brewing- which is nice and the bartender s flirting because we both drink gin and he wants to teach me about it- so I listen and he buys my next drink and it was nice for a minute... to have someone buy you a drink- a stranger. (my friends and I buy each other drinks- its really nice- but not the same) So Sams friend Seth is with us and he makes a side comment that I am caddy. no no no silly- I am not caddy- I am sarcastic and sometimes just a bitch- especially when it comes to subjects like the validity of downtown dance bars like "celebration" and "papa's planet" I know people like these places- and I am not attacking anyone individually- just expressing personal opinions.

Long story short (I just remembered my car has been warming up for 40 minutes) we went to tear it up Tuesday and I sat in the car for 2 hours because I was very ill from gin and Thai. The time I spent in the car, listening to music and sitting in the still of downtown two days before Christmas was beautiful. That and the fact that Sam actually came out TWICE to see how I was doing- and offered to take me home- it was a nice change of courtesy... but it was very peaceful outside the saddle on the starry night and I wouldn't change for a thing....

more later-

lovins and such

Claire