late night tokaij

I should be going to bed. Allie just left. Two wine bottles into the night and I'm feeling brilliant. Not to mention my brother is in the other room hooking up with my roommate. It makes for an interesting family dynamic. They like each other - cool. I feel a little like a third wheel to a brother that is one of my closest friends - not as cool. Maybe it's the wine talking. Maybe it's me finally having enough wine to talk. And maybe only Allie and Anonymous L will read this. They know. After listening to me reach out to any and all drunk dial possibilties tonight Allie will understand. That really is the beauty of the whole situation. For the first time in the six years that I have lived here, I finally feel like I have real girlfriends, the kind that will be around forever. Not by convenience. Not by circumstance. But by the pure fact that we have similar mindsets, interests and goals. I really must say, that part is beautiful. Okay. To bed with me. Less poetry and more experience tomorrow.

Inspired by Allie

Here I am. My first blog. My friend Allie is here standing beside me holding my hand. I was inspired after her delightful recounting of our evening at a blues club in Los Angeles. And so now I think I might be addicted. This is to say I probably have an addictive personality to begin with...one more vice?? blog on.