I left work tonight and had to see a man about some cat food. I couldn't find him, and pondered stopping into Daugherty's to wait, but I'm not really a stop-in-a-bar-alone kind of guy and would have felt pretentious if I had brought in my novel to read at 11:15pm. Plus, the road split, and wouldn't let me double back until I got all the way to North Avenue, so instead of driving in more circles, I went home. Which is a bummer, because I'm feeling right antsy tonight, and wouldn't have minded getting into a little bit of trouble. Unfortunately, I didn't realize my antsiness until I had driven almost all the way home. That moment occurred when I stopped at a red light and stared up through my sun roof at the moonlit sky dappled with indigo clouds and listened to Caleb Stine - cranked all the way up - sing on the radio. At that point, I realized I didn't want this mood to end, this night to vanish. However, it was too late, and instead now I'm drinking a glass of shiraz and staring at the computer screen. As usual. Oh well. My lone friend who it would have felt okay to call at 11:30 at night (on a non-school night, of course) to hang out (preferably on his rooftop deck, which overlooks the Domino Sugar sign) is visiting New York City for the weekend, so I'm shit out of luck on that front.
I'm taking "Bobby" and another alum out to Thirsty Dog tomorrow night in a minor graduation and pizza celebration, early (5 or 6). If anyone has ever cared to catch a glance of the kid who changed my life and taught me how to be a teacher, or wants to bring by a graduation card or anything, this is your chance. Hmmm... I wonder if it's allowed to bring a 17-year old kid into Thirsty Dog for dinner. I hope so. I'm bringing Holden, so if we get kicked out, we'll ahve to figure something else out.
He leaves for college a month from today. The folks that run his scholarship thoughtfully mailed me the information intended for parents regarding his orientation, which I think I'll be taking him to and going through with him.
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