One of those nights

Well its almost 4AM that should tell you something. But what? Well that's the deciding factor isn't it? It either means I'm in so much pain I can't move, or it means I had an excellent night.

Well in this case its sort of a combination of both.

I went over to John's house around 7pm, which was good, except he wasn't there. So I sat around on the couch, had a smoke of my pipe, fell asleep. Woke up to a knock on the door which was Stevie. He came in, we watched some Spaceballs then some Blazing Saddles. This was followed by the doorbell, so Steve went down and it was Paul (a fellow who graduated with John). So from there he came in and we talked and he had his cigars. So you have myself who smokes pipe tobacco, Steve who rolls his own cigarettes, and then you have Paul who smokes fine cigars. Quite a group to put in a 12x12 room - happily it has a ceiling fan.

After a while John came home with his evil dog. The night passed on with a lot of talking and then the door bell rang again and we were joined by Martin who is a bit younger than Steve, but a college grad as well, curly black hair and now a black mustache, he's into the music scene and is getting into prof stage hand work. Add a bit more time and we are joined by Alex who is older I think than Martin, but younger than Steve. He served in the Navy, I'm not sure what he does now but I think it's still military - he's quite good looking - so is Martin actually - and has done well for himself, bought himself a house about 3 blocks from John. Good guy.

So the night rolled forward, we talked, laughed, listened, watched TV. The night just rolled along smoothly until around 12:30AM when John kicked us out. From there Steve and I headed out, picked up some cash, and headed to the Diner. Got some good food, listened to some good music. Booked it back to John's house - which is a vertical 2 decker, John owns it and lives on the second floor, Stevie has started renting the first floor. Dropped Steve off, hung a hard turn around, still smoking the bowl I packed at the Diner, and headed home.

Got in here, took a bath, came back to bed. I've been watching a couple hours television - namely supernatural. Now as the caffine buzz is slowly wearing off I am coming to that point where I shall pass out. I have a plan for Friday.

Anyways, I'm going to smoke one more bowl of tobacco, down the rest of my soda, shut the lights out, and pass out.