there are those who prefer my hair longer and it’s recently been down to my shoulders, but Daria cut my hair Thursday.  Thank you, darlin’, you are the very very best.

Ponytailedavidz at Isis nonwithstanding, I finally got home this evening covered in various shades of lipstick administered by women ages 22 to 62.  Little did I know this was Middle Aged Married Women Who Are Sick of Bastketball Flirt Your Ass Off Night.

A business associate/friend invited me to Groovy’s at 10 p.m. tonight to meet some of her friends.  Four married MiddleAge women to fascinate with my theory that boys are goofballs and girls have cooties.  There were at least five groups of married women of four or more at Groovy’s. 

I’ve been girlhandled.  The stand close to you and rub your back up and down lightly, hug you, kiss your cheeck, OH! What IS that cologne you’re wearing?,  snuggle up to your chest to smell your neck below the ear kind of girlhandled.  Cooties.  Makes me smile.  Flatters my fragile ego and I know the drill and I don’t mind a single bit.  I got danced close when the song was fast, bumped into, rubbed on and kissed on the mouth warmly.  Even ladies I know as friends or know their boyfriend/husband better than them greeted me … warmly, but since in front of their husband, chastely as well.  I started to think that everyone had been administered X but me and started looking for the most likely dealer, but I don’t know what a club dealer in X looks like.  I know a drug deal when I see one, but it was so freakin’ crowded you couldn’t see one.  Fog machine and confetti.  What the hell was I thinking? 

I am NOT complaining!

I merely wish to thank Daria for maybe the best haircut of my life. 

She is SO good.

There were also sharks in the water.  A guy with a European accent, flowing dark brown hair, silk shirt and slacks was killing at will.  A swarthy shorter man with lots of product in his hair and a trimmed beard and an honest-to-God-I-kid-you-not gold medallion on a huge gold chain exposed along with his chest hair about four buttons down and more than three rings on his hands  “held court” with bored security guards and touched himself.  It was comical.  Life imitating Saturday Night Live’s imitation of life.  He didn’t cock his head to the side in “time” to the music like Will Farrell, but, damn, son. 

I’d like to have a nickle for every bottle of peroxide in the room, if you know what I mean.

Sometimes, it’s nice to watch people dance whether they are goofy or really good.  None of that last night.  Free-for-all brawl was more like it.  Lots of times, there are three or more girls out dancing together and not with male partners.  Some of those times, some brave guy goes out onto the floor and tries to cut one or more out or to just dance with all of them at the same time.  So, I was watching these three women of some age over 35 but still very good looking and this guy tries to dance with them, but he can’t quite cut in because he’s focused on one particular bleached blonde and every time he moves that way, the other two block him with their backs.  He didn’t figure it out for three songs in a row and finally walked off shaking his head.  I laughed on the sidelines along with the girls.

I got flirted with by single girls, too, and in particular a buxom Hispanic, a bootilicious black and a slim blonde.  Groovy’s was very race, color, creed tolerant in its flirting tonight.  It’s a diversity equal flirting federal rule in discotechs now, I think.  I’ll have to look up that reg in the Federal Registry.  Yeah, I’ll do that any day now.

Knew most of ‘em.  AND their boyfriends.  Not that I didn’t do my share of drooling. 

Earlier, saw Randy Clemons play at the Red Cup and he was certainly worth the price of admission.  Seriously, I don’t care what anybody else says about him, I think he plays pretty good dobro.  Honestly, I think he’s among the very best of the talents I’ve seen at the Cup.

I’m officially in love with Sue, the new waitress at Galileo’s whom I’ve not yet met.  I understand she’s presently burdened with a boyfriend and I think it’s cruel of her to use him just to get to me.  What can you expect of a woman of so few years?  I am officially in love with her because she actually smiled at me as she walked by to serve someone else.  That’s about all it took.  Hey!  It’s Spring!  I’m a sap, so what did you expect?  From a goofball?  Shut UP.  Every day is old guy acts the fool day.  Safe, harmless fantasy.  Shut UP.

I’ll shut up then.

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p.s.  said “bon voyage” to Oz and Debster, I already miss them and wish them a great time in sunny Mexico.