Sometimes

Sometimes an $18 dollar cocktail is worth every penny. Especially when someone else buys it. It's a good thing I'm too cheap to become an alcoholic. I otherwise might be able to have the sage gin fizz from this place every single night (and morning) to take the edge off the pointy parts of life. It would only take one, I'm such a wonderfully cheap date, even at a swanky place.

Sometimes I stumble across writing in this blog world that helps me put my would-be dream of writing professionally in perspective because they are just so amazingly talented and moving, I'm a child's coloring book in comparison. It won't make me stop writing but I do appreciate what writing has done to help me recognize just how awesome some of these writers are.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever challenge myself to live like I just found out I'm dying. It makes no sense since I don't get to stay here forever no matter how long I actually end up living. But given the opportunity of advance knowledge (what/when), I think I would take the elevator to mysterious, might be gay, handsome tux wearing guy who also has an impossibly masculine name and just ask him out. Or not. Knowing me, I'd probably use imminent death to avoid talking to any guy I might possibly care about and instead enjoy a string of meaningless affairs with bus drivers and any random dude who tried to get my number.