Last night was fun, I picked Crystal up from work, and we drove down to warwick for supper at Chelo’s. We had about a 20 minute wait for a table so we wandered around the mall, and people watched….Wow I felt old, there was a shitload of 13-16 year olds hang out at the mall letting their little tiny t-bar’s stick out of their pants. It was funny to see all the goths. preps, and loners wandering around.

“Least I can drink legally, at dinner if i wanna.” I said to Crystal, she just laughed.

Man I felt old, but that feeling was not gonna last, as we were seated in the theatre to watch The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. We were not the oldest, or the youngest, but therewere a couple of older people, who probably read the book in its original printings.

“Come on, Eddie. They are all our age.” Said Chicky.

“Oh yeah? What about that one there?” I asked as I pointed at this older gentleman.

“Where?” she asked.

“Right there, the one with the cane, and the white hair.” I said giggling.

The movie was really good. I enjoyed it, and could understand some of the humour, unlike the 3 asshats at the under end of the row, who felt the need to tell us the beginning was “not fucking funny”.

Oh man, I need some coffee, but the jehova’s (sp?) witnesses are wandering the neighborhood. The two ladies that knocked on my door were nice but the younger one looked drugged, just a little you know, to take the edge off of an all night drinking binge at the local goth club in Providence. She might have even had a little X hang over. I shoulda given them Jays number, I’m sure he would have loved to hear from them today. He probably has a worse hangover then the girl does.