As I mentioned in another blog, I was gonna go see the new Scream movie with Stephanie and Teresa tomorrow night. I didn't figure Stephanie would want to go what with all the issues going on with her family with her dad passing, but she text me tonight and asked if we're still on for tomorrow. I told her we were if she was feeling up to it. She said she was, said it'd be a nice distraction for her. So we're going to catch the matinee in the afternoon because fuck paying those high prices for night tickets.

I appreciate that Stephanie takes into consideration that I don't enjoy talking on the phone. She text me last Friday night and asked, "Can I call just to vent for a bit?" I told her of course she could. We ended up talking about everything surrounding her dad and his estate and how crazy her family is being about the whole thing then she asked me how I've been doing and she said she apologized for unloading all of this stuff on me. I told her it was no problem. We ended up just talking for two hours about a bunch of shit, some of it important some of it was just shooting the shit with one another. Stayed up until 4:30 in the morning just talking and listening to the other, make each other laugh.

It was a pleasant conversation, not one of those I always dreaded having with Natalie. It's been a relief not having to talk to Natalie since she ended our friendship. At times I still get a little bummed about it because we were friends for so long (14 years), but after a while you just get tired of hearing the same spiel over and over and the person doesn't seem to want to do anything themselves to try to pull themselves out of the situation they're in.

I also ordered some concert tickets tonight. Looks like me and my friend Stephen are going to see Pantera and Lamb of God in September. It's not the original Pantera line-up since the two founding members of the band are dead. One of them got killed onstage several years ago and the other died of a heart attack a couple of years ago. I think it'll still be cool for those of us to see them that didn't get to see them back in the day. I was expecting to pay a lot more for the tickets but with taxes and fees and everything else Ticketmaster likes to throw at you it only turned out to be $267. I was expecting to pay $400 or more so that was a nice surprise.

Mom called me today to see if I wanted to run some errands with her and pick up Hope and R.J. from the airport tonight. They spent a week in Hawaii with R.J.'s grandparents. R.J. even brought me back some Hawaiian food which I had for dinner. Very tasty. Not sure if I've told you, but R.J. himself is Hawaiian and it's been a while since he's seen his grandparents. They were very jetlagged when we picked them up. During mine and Mom's trip to town she bought Hope a bottle of wine -- a big bottle at that -- because she figured Hope might need it after all the flying and layovers today. I got myself a bottle of Irish whiskey I've never tried before. I got it in order to have for St. Patrick's Day. I like to have a couple of cups of Irish coffee on St. Patrick's Day every year. If you've never had it before it's just coffee, Irish whiskey, and brown sugar. It's delicious. Some people like adding whipped cream on top. I may very well do that myself.

Tonight has also involved a buddy of mine -- not a friend really, more of a drinking buddy from back in the day -- drunkenly calling me to tell me six times (I counted) about his baby's mama drama and how she's taking his daughter to Guam and how he's not going to allow it. I didn't ask for any of this info. He messaged me on Facebook and said he wanted to call so we could "catch up." I didn't realize that was code for "Let me call and tell you all about the drama going on with me, my kid, and my kid's mother." I seriously couldn't get a word in edgewise. Back when I was drinking a lot in my 20s I admit, I was guilty of drunk dialing people, but I was a happy drunk and just wanted to get people to have a few laughs. He asked me what I would do in his situation. I told him, "I have no idea. Don't have kids. Don't want kids. Don't know what to tell you."

"Well what about you and the chick you're seeing? How do you deal with her kids?"

"I've only met one of them and her youngest is 17 so can't help ya, buddy."

Took me for damn ever to get him off the phone. I don't know why I stayed on the phone with someone that drunk for that long. I swear, potheads are a lot easier to deal with than drunk people.

That's it. That's all I've got for you folks tonight. Hope everyone has a great weekend. I'm about to get in bed and read some more of Machiavelli's The Prince.

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