Then again it is Cricket, and she's good at pulling herself back together.  I think she's going to be fine, but at least she can feel blue today.....

So what was with that rain last night....jesus it was wild.  We were sat outside the White Horse, when suddenly the skies went pitch black.  After retreating inside we decided that we couldn't stay there because the inside of the White Horse always smell stale and musky from the cigars.  Morpheus came up with the brilliant idea of bar hopping towards the apartment (about 7 blocks) and get a tequila shot at each bar.  We managed 3, not very many, but enough.  So myself, Morpheus and Cricket headed out into the rain and into the nearest bar.  We first hit The Cowgirl Bar, then Blind Tiger and lastly Pete's place The Barrow Bar.  We decided against Henrietta Hudsons due to the fact that my shirt was so wet it was stuck to my chest and you could plainly see my bra through it....Believe me I'd rather get the big fat male clientele in Barrow Bar looking at my tits than the beefy lesbians at Henrietta's......scary!!!

So that was it, got in just in time to watch the season finale of Friends, Frasier, ER etc (all of them made me cry) ordered pizza, more wine and a jolly good night was had by all.

So this morning I cancelled my gym training session with Cliff because I felt a bit shitty.  I did however manage to take my zip disk around the corner to a local printers that I'm hoping will replace the morons that we now use at the theatre.  Apart from that I've pretty much just farted about the apartment, doing odd chores and spent the afternoon with Cricket.  I wouldn't of wanted to be out in today's weather anyway, it's soooo miserable out there.  I think it's going to storm again.

God that reminds me Sharri (the other summer house sharer) called me today to say that she was headed out to the house today.  I'm telling you she's headed for a shock when she sees that it's not finished.  Apparently Roger Deitz (the owner) was going out there last night to check that it was all finished.  Let's hope for his sake that it is.

I got a nice apology letter from my mother today.  I'll call her on Monday, she will have received her boots by then, so we can talk about them, as opposed to getting too serious on the phone.  I hate confrontational conversations about "rising situations of a kind", they just depress me.
adios