I have a little hangover and this morning has started as bored as yesterday's. Last night I decided to get out of my sad cave and went to meet with some other friends. After a bottle of red wine and a couple of cigarettes there I was, again, listening to some music, from some guitar, from a guy I haven’t met before. He was so into his music and I guess from all the people around appearing to be enjoying, I bet I was the only one really listening. His music was perfect for my ears and for my taste; I guess he was kind of sad also and we got to communicate through music, silently.
By that time I was wishing I had a "booty" call. Hey! I’m human! Wine kicks the flirt side out of me. I couldn’t do anything bad in front of my friends, I had to behave just to avoid the “talking behind my back” thing, not that I care too much but since facebook was created its better to avoid it. So I wanted to leave, I wanted to think, to be alone, so I got in my car and started driving, just driving. It was 3:00am; I was in a flirt mode, with a sexy outfit, no one to call and no one to see. I was having fantasies that suddenly some one started flirting back in a red light or that some old friend texted me with the same mood I was in, but no, never happened.
So, I got home around 4:30am, showered, got my headphones on and went to bed expecting that some guitar music helped me to sleep shutting off the internal effect that some other guitar turned on earlier. I guess it worked plus I was tired. Today my day is not as fun, it’s silent again, no music, no talking, no guitars. I’m going to survive another day and maybe in the night I go around again searching for some music to make it easier… That’s a nice drug to handle life events. For me at least…
By that time I was wishing I had a "booty" call. Hey! I’m human! Wine kicks the flirt side out of me. I couldn’t do anything bad in front of my friends, I had to behave just to avoid the “talking behind my back” thing, not that I care too much but since facebook was created its better to avoid it. So I wanted to leave, I wanted to think, to be alone, so I got in my car and started driving, just driving. It was 3:00am; I was in a flirt mode, with a sexy outfit, no one to call and no one to see. I was having fantasies that suddenly some one started flirting back in a red light or that some old friend texted me with the same mood I was in, but no, never happened.
So, I got home around 4:30am, showered, got my headphones on and went to bed expecting that some guitar music helped me to sleep shutting off the internal effect that some other guitar turned on earlier. I guess it worked plus I was tired. Today my day is not as fun, it’s silent again, no music, no talking, no guitars. I’m going to survive another day and maybe in the night I go around again searching for some music to make it easier… That’s a nice drug to handle life events. For me at least…
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