the medication is wearing off

first off i had a dream last night where i was so funny, i actually took notes in the dream because the material that was coming out of my mouth was star search material. but now awake and drinking my coffee, i have no idea what i was saying in that dream or who i was saying it to. it was good though. gold, jerry. gold.

next off we have a friend in denver leaving town. that's right. people actually leave denver too. that was surprising to me. i thought most came and never left. but this guy is the guy who demitria went to school with and really helped us out when we first go here. he showed us some places to go hiking and go for beers. real nice guy. his choice of going away party was a new place in the cool area of denver off of broadway. for denver, the venus is a massive new place. it has a few bowling lanes, up-right old-school video games, shuffle board, a huge bar area and a place for bumper boats. i made that last part up and i included it because i used as a joke last night and no one laughed. i mean when people are commenting on how big it is and they're going item by item about what's there and i say, 'yeah and the bumper boats were really surprising.'. that deserves a laugh. this town.

anyway, the place was alright. but......the music was so loud i could not hear anyone talking. demitria has complained several times that when i use her mp3 player i hurt her brain because i don't turn the volume down and it's so loud, the music i listen to. i think i'm having some residual effects of listening to music on headphones my whole life because unless i'm looking at the person, i can't hear them in one of those places. and when you do lean in close enough to have a conversation, you're yelling at the person you're talking to. and yelling things like, 'well i think the texans are a great team, but i don't see how they go into foxboro next monday and beat the patriots!' it feels weird yelling things like that.

it's interesting when you're standing around and thinking, man i'm too old for this place. in fact, i'd rather be sipping coffee and reading my book about the federal reserve. wow. when you're thinking that at a place like that, you really take a step back. things have changed for you. because i guarantee 23 year old me would punch this guy in the face. but this guy has better insurance so that could be taken care of and this guy has more confidence than 23 year old me, so i think although i'd be startled by the first blow, 33 year old me would eventually come out of on top. so coffee and books win! i knew they would.