thirty-five

Well, so far I've danced with an absolutely luscious Hawaiian girl, watched Snufkina body-check a man several times her size because he was using his cellphone to take pictures of a go-go dancer's barely-covered quim, eaten tepid biscuits and gravy in my father's memory in an all-night place that usually does better. I'm a wee bit drunk, and I am anticipating with extreme pleasure crawling into my nice wide new bed and sleeping for as long as I damn well want before I wake up to buy myself a book I've been coveting and have birthday dinner with my friends.

So far, so good.