I know things are better off, especially for her. But some moments it hits me like a ton of bricks. I miss her so much.
One good thing came out of being stuck in traffic for so long that my gas light came on and I missed all of derby practice. I came up with my roller derby ref name. ‘Tony Triplesix’ I think it’s the one.
I Don’t Get It
I will never understand for the life of me why at 1:20am anyone thinks it’s a good idea to jump from one bar to a dance club with cover and a line because “We want to go dancing!” I’m sorry, love, you look gorgeous and you should dance if you want to. But at that time your options are dance where you already are or in your own livingroom. And no, telling me that I AM in fact coming to the club too because you likely want to get lucky afterwards isn’t exactly enticing. At all. In fact it’s annoying. Not all men have to jump through hoops and backflip on cue to get some, and even if I did I wouldn’t want to. So no offense, but do go spend $20 to dance for 15 minutes and be cut off by last call before you even get up to the bar. Have fun, really. And don’t get me wrong, I like clubbing. I like dancing all night and getting sweaty too. But if that’s what you want, go to the club first! Or at midnight! Any time but the END of the NIGHT. I just don’t get it.
