Last night was interesting.

After rounding out my jobby job shift with a tour of free porn sites, I decided that social drinking was in order. Fortuitously, my answering machine was blowing up from the posse that they had taken root at Lucy's. Shook off the work detritus and bounced.

My name was already scrawled on the pool chalkboard line up. The crew's signature graffiti was also chalked directly below my name. I'll admit to doing this once, but one of my fellow slacker freaks always writes the same gem of jocularity. Here it goes: "I am wee todd did, sofa king wee todd did." Usually catches at least one unsuspecting individual. Don't get the joke? Well, say it aloud a bit till you figure it out. If it takes you a prolonged period of time then it especially applies to you.

I am a fervent proponent of hood dive bars. Lucy's genuinely classifies as a dive bar. However I am not a lover of Lucy's. The decor and illumination arrangement uneases my core. Reminds me too much of all my senior citizen Wisconsin relative's basement rec rooms. An overriding pleasing factor is that the cherubic beehive hairdo Ukranian Lucy still owns and operates the joint every single night. Her younger Ukranian relatives join on in as well. And if you know me, then you know my penchant for Slavic ladies. Yummy yummy yum I like them in my tum.

Lucy's was highly tolerable last night. Partially I think cause only a segment of the posse was on hand. When the entire contingent is present drama ensues. Drama quotient last night nil. Revelry and joy making was the theme. Hooray.

A friend of Corinne's ( previous pining, spanky was enamored with chick ) that I had never met came up to me. She complimented me on an improv show she saw me in. Decent. Fed me some status information on Corinne. Whatever. Mostly I enjoyed listening to her British accent, she could have read off the weather report for all I cared. Overall it was a pleasant interaction and assuredly from what scant knowledge I possess of women she will unfurl details of how I looked to Corinne.

After dispensing much coinage into pool table slots, and quaffing much fire water, hankering for slices rumbled in the jungle. Chrome platform sidewalk side walk up window at Nino's. Oooo child the sauce is wummerful. Nino's also one of the last pizza bastions of offering parmesan to adorn slices with. Mouthgasms.

Fighting off the pressure to getting dragged to Brooklyn to smoke up, not that I would have been opposed to smoking up, just opposed to leaving sweet sweet Manhattan. Decided on a night cap at Doc Holidays.

Good decision. Valerie was unexpectedly commandeering the liquor bottles. Always love the moment she notices me leaning against the bar, she squeals and prances over to me. On this occasion she decided that we had to start making out on top of the bar. I think she had a bit to drink. Next thing I know she hands me a pint glass of Stoli Vanil on the rocks.

One particularily stellar feat she occasionally performs was doled out last night. Whenever she's feeling somewhat feral and there is a yuppie on hand, she will eat the shirt right off of them. Rejoice! She chewed the undershirt right off of a yuppie scum last night. Val's a chick supreme, and I adore her.

She had me stay after they threw everyone else out. Had some quiet flirt time together. She insisted that I show up the next night cause she needs me to be there. And so I shall. Ta daaaaaaa! Later.