Honey bunches of goats
I went to an orthodontic consultation on Wednesday in West Portal. I actually used to live out there when I was with Sean, and enjoyed revisiting the quaint little street with random shops. Going back there makes me realize how much I totally did not take advantage of all the cute little restaurants there. Sean and I might have lasted a bit longer if we’d, ya know, sort of gone out together a bit more often. Or maybe that would’ve hastened the end.
In any case, the six G’s quoted by the orthodontist to get some relatively minor work done was laughably quaint, and I’ll probably not be back anytime soon. I mean, I’d rather spend such cash on booze, bar fare, and Botox. C’mon!
David Harness and Louie Vega are spinning at Remedy tonight. I’ve never been, but I like both of them plenty. And the End Up has been sucking vag for many, many months now. Sad. Here’s to hoping I can stay awake and muster the energy and wherewithal to go. You. Guys.
