Great weekend. I do wish I had just one more day. When you spend 55 hours a week at work, I get so excited for the weekend, that I have trouble sleeping in. 8am comes, and no matter how late I stayed up the night before, watching episodes of the office, sipping on a Molson and reading Hurakami. I'm up and ready to go.

 

Saturday I spent at the gym, stretching, lifting, and a long run.I cleared my head then I got a got a cup of coffee and brainstormed my charecters for my Play called THE Redline. At home I had some wine with my sesame tofu on a bed of long grain wild rice. Watched some College Basketball and Read an article on the Vietnamese philosopher Thich Nhat Chan. He is amazing. His whole life is about compassion and finding himself in that compassion. It's his ability to express his philosophy that I find impressive.

 

That night we went out to Dan's Cafe in Adam's Morgan to celebrate Mr.G's 24th. I think everyone had a good time. I had a blast. It wasn't rock star caliber crazy, but it was fun drinking in a skeezy bar, listening to a juke box with nothing past 1985. Flirting with promises, dancing with love. Patting backs, hugging friends, kissing cheeks and empty proclaimations. And like a Tom Waits song, you go home stumbling down concrete sidewalks, using parting meters as arm rest. A sliver of a 2am moon. A business card in pocket and missed text messages and a voice mail from another life. Thinking about somebody who's thinking about you, but wondering who at the bar you left may be thinking about you. It's a cold trip back to Silver Spring and there's a bed waiting for your dreamless night. A little bit lighter at heart. A bit more connected, void of trouble and just tired.