Everytime I try to leave the hood, they pull me back in
G and I headed to Bacchanal for a Friday’s tapas night and got there and decided to head back home. We made it to Swirl and hooked up with our usual crowd and wound up over at LaVita for the evening. All feathers that had been ruffled were smoothed and we spent the evening enjoying everyone’s company. We tried to convince G to run for Judge. We formed a club of people who had been married three times of which I was made the President. And later when I got home, I got two follow up calls – one from G saying she didn’t want to be judge and one from he who shall remain nameless apologizing for being such an asshole lately and explaining to me all his reasons and woes.