We’re a month into 2013.

I’m next to unemployed because work is so slow.

And I’ve acomplished very litte. I’ve learned a lot though. Mostly through drinking every night of the week, traveling to Vancouver and not knowing where I am going to be staying one day to the next, taking busses, taking planes, and for the first time I think ever, more than emotionally depending on friends. John Quick visited, which was also great, and I learned somethings from that too, like that it’s strange to kiss someone you haven’t seen in a year, and that writing with someone really really is the best way to write. Everyone go get a writing partner and plan marry them- they’ll never be able to flake out and say they can’t make it, because eventually, you’ll see them.

I’ve learned that I’ve either outgrown the teenage habbit of getting drunk and trying to a)sleep with everyone in the room- though apparently I text my friend Will about how hot all the girls are, sorry Will. b) I haven’t needed to puke into anyones mixing bowls, and have generally made it either outside, or to a toilet. c) I haven’t cried and wailed and said how sorry I was.

I want to share this one night spent at Bugysys. I’ve written a small script for you.

The Encounter With the Cops

Int. Bugsys Bar. Night. Close to Midnight. There’s a crowd of dearly drunk folk.

Two police officers enter. ERICA (21) ADRIANNA (22)CRAIG (26) and CEDAR (25) notice them and decide it’s time to leave. As they head out the door COP ONE stops them.

COP ONE:
Hey guys how’s your night going?

CEDAR:
It’s going good guys, how about you?

COP ONE:
It’s going good, where are you guys off to tonight?

CRAIG:
Just outside for a dart then goin’ home.

COP TWO:
Do you guys have ID on you?

ADRIANNA:
(pulls out ID)
Yeah.

ERICA:
(As she gets her ID out)
Of course we have ID. We’re at the bar. Who doesn’t bring ID to the Bar?”

Cedar and Craig pass the cops their ID. The officers look over the cards then hand them back.

COP TWO:
You guys have a safe night.

END

Trust me to say something smart assey the cops while I am clearly drunk.

And finally Chicken wings taught me that its okay to be messy. life is messy, messy can be fun and slathered in honey garlic or barbeque sauce. Be more messy.

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