My tweener assclown neighbors had another friggin' party last night. (Why Thursdays? Why?) At half-past midnight, they're out in the front (where the window of my bedroom faces), drunk (of course), and
singing! Loudly, of course. And badly... though that should go without saying.
I was just on the verge of calling the cops when they went back inside. I think I'm going to have to talk to the landlord about them, because having the cops come won't mean shit to them. But the threat of eviction might.
Tonight I'm taking part in... believe it or not... a speed dating event. No, I really don't know why. I find the whole enterprise a bit weird. But I got in for free, so the only unpleasant part should be the drive out to Folsom during the heaviest period of traffic of the week.
I only have the most general ideas of what to expect from this, but I'm trying to maintain a positive attitude toward it. I've brushed up on the do's and don'ts, per the website. (Don'ts include things like giving out your full name, or any contact information.)
Naturally, I'll give a full report within the next few days.
Wednesday night was the monthly Sac-Poly social event at the Blue Cue. As usual, it was much fun. I again played well. Not as many brilliant shots as the previous event, but also fewer shitty ones.
Shan brought her camera and took a ton of pics of me. One of them should certainly work as my new publicity photo. We'll see, after she sends them to me next week.
And speaking of Sac-Poly, another member of the group, who actually lives in Nevada, is coming to town this weekend (weather permitting) to meet me in person. We've been emailing for a while, and it's a bit of an unusual situation. (Unusual situations? With Cardigan? Naaaahh...)
We're sort of helping each other out with our dating skills. We both admittedly suck at it, so we've been giving each other tips on our email communications, etc. It's been helpful, I think. So we're taking the next step: meeting in person. Now, if she were local, this would entail getting together for a regular ol' date, whilst still giving each other feedback, of course. But because it's a long drive for her, she'll be spending the night. (I knew that inflatable mattress would come in handy.)
Tomorrow night is Sacramento's "Second Saturday" Art Walk, and I've never done that. So Cheryl and I will hit some galleries, have dinner, etc. It may be a weird scenario, but whatever. We get along fine online, and I see no reason we won't in person, too.
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