I Heart Cosmopolitans

I went out with Trish tonight, it was absolutely sublime. I wondered at the last minute if I really wanted to go, I was ever so tired, but I made myself and it was ecstasy. The legal kind, nonetheless. Or primarily so, anyway. I saw lots of people, that bouncer guy that always hugs and kisses me when I see him, I have no idea where I know him from, but I know it's from somewhere, I saw Kiki and Will, who was just recently cooking for Nine Inch Nails, I saw egads, I don't even remember all of 'em, but most importantly I saw Zack. I know this won't mean anything to any of you, none of my Zack-era friends read this blog, but I love Zack, I always have. I remember the first time I ever saw him, I heard some guy yell "my penis is pierced, anyone wanna see?" And there he was. Cut him a break, we were teenagers back then... Zack and I have always been friends, I always believed in him and he was always good to me. He's had his ups and downs, maybe more downs than ups, but he's doing great. He's majoring in linguistics, going to Germany to study the language next spring. I'm so proud of him. I just adore him, that's all.
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You know how in artsy movies the most random, bizarre, and yet strangely everyday thing happens to the hero/heroine and they learn all sorts of cool things from whatever it was? I think that the beauty of me is that I can see those things in my own life. Not all the time, of course, but sometimes. And I think that's more than the average person cares to see.
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I was hit on tonight more than I have been in a long while. It was lovely. In a unrelated note, do you ever think to yourself of all the wonderful, sincere complements people give you that you take for granted? I thought about it tonight as I drove home. Funny how they are strangely absent from my mind the rest of the time when I am busy beating my psyche into a pulp.