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TGF and I almost took home a real cute one last night. Little 21 year old who looked like Denise Richards. She even had the eyebrows. It's kind of fun having a partner where you can even tease about things like that. Denise Richards thought we were cute together and was a willing partner. She ended up staying and sleeping with the chef. Oh, I should back up, huh? How about this? I hate waking up and still being drunk...

Yesterday was work. Very uneventful. I spent all day dealing with one fucking issue. I am not enjoying this product. It just pisses me off. On the other hand, my old boss called me yesterday again. We are having drinks tonight. Yeah, this should be interesting. After work, TGF met me at the train station and we headed over to my buddies place for a secret cafe dinner party. The menu?

Amuse Bouche of mole poblano on beautiful fingerlings
Grilled squid on homemade flatbread
Chilled eggplant soup
Braised goat tacos
Pistachio pudding with pistachio shortbread

All courses served with wine, beer, or liqueur. Bam. Booyah. Hazzah. Rock and fucking roll. Add to that the bottle of Bordeaux I brought, the champagne my buddy opened that him and I drank from the bottle, and the random other booze. I was flying like a fucking kite. But I didn't drive, didn't stress. Had a WONDERFUL fucking night. Got home around midnight, hopped into bed with TGF and sleep we did. Everyone there was incredible and supportive of us. I did get a little ribbing, but it was for once good natured. I met some nice folks and really enjoyed myself.

I left TGF in bed this morning and went off to the train. I assume she is still asleep.  I did send the kid an email prepping her that she is not alone in the house. Let's see how that plays out.

I do feel pretty good this morning even if I am a little drunk still. It's more inside. I feel at peace with a lot of things. Bills are paid. Bed is warm. Job options are there. Yeah, it's alright man, it's alright.