Working at Skyland tonight.

Went out last night and closed down Duke's in Gresham, OR. There's an outdoor area cordoned off in the front of the bar. Despite the fact that it's well lit in that area, girls seem to talk to me a lot there. One invited me to an "after hours" party at her house with her and her friends. I started to say "sure, let's go!" and then the "game over" light in my big drunken head came on. Some instinctual self preservation mode that sent me right to a sober person's vehicle to get me to the nearest couch, on which I'd sleep. No after hours party. No hook-ups. Just sleep, baby.

And then, the hangover.

Fuck.

I miss writing for print publications. I mean, I'm sure I reach more people with this website than a lot of the smaller publications that otherwise would publish me. I miss seeing my name misspelled by a copy-editor, seeing my column face-up in a men's room stall. I dunno...

I have a wardrobe consultant, the mythological, diabolical, breakaballical, Nikki. She has gone clothes shopping with me, and picked out my existing clothes to wear before we hit the club. I've met a lot of people at bars and clubs lately (thanks to someone else dressing me for a change), but I'm learning that many shallow relationships do not add up to a meaningful one. It's fun trying, though.

I'm scheduled for another commercial shoot. The same people that filmed my original one over a year ago. It'll be for a clinical trial study like my first one. Should be fun.

GOOCH:out

I miss writing for print publications. I mean, I'm sure I reach more people with this website than a lot of the smaller publications that otherwise would publish me. I miss seeing my name misspelled by a copy-editor, seeing my column face-up in a men's room stall. I dunno...

I have a wardrobe consultant, the mythological, diabolical, breakaballical, Nikki. She has gone clothes shopping with me, and picked out my existing clothes to wear before we hit the club. I've met a lot of people at bars and clubs lately (thanks to someone else dressing me for a change), but I'm learning that many shallow relationships do not add up to a meaningful one. It's fun trying, though.

I'm scheduled for another commercial shoot. The same people that filmed my original one over a year ago. It'll be for a clinical trial study like my first one. Should be fun.

GOOCH:out