Tighty Whities

I've stumbled in from a night out with Randy Cardwell & J.D. I almost got a tatoo.....very close. Would have been Chinese symbols for "fire" & "tiger." J.D. got his, but I couldn't wait and so we drove home.

We went to FUBAR---aka: Big Fat Dick. The bartenders where shirts that say: "Dick" or "i love dick." Amusing. Tonight's theme for the poloroid contest was tighty whities...which ended up just bing an underwear show-off. From applause I think I took 2nd place. Perhaps I should have worn the jock strap as well... or maybe I just needed a tatoo. In any case, it was fun just being a contestant.

Miguel was there. There's a name from the past. Nice. We danced together on the box. His nipples are pierced now. We kissed. Somewhat awkward while dancing, but I could still feel the passion. He was the last person I kissed before Randy and I got together. I didn't catch him at the end of the night and don't have his number. I think that's the way it was meant to be.

I'm glad I didn't get the tatoo. It would have been too rushed. I want the right symbols that express me.

sleep expresses me now