Tonight. Was weird.
No other word for it. Just weird.
Karaoke at Penny's is usually pretty swinging, but tonight I had an avalanche of singers.
So much so, I played 45 minutes over.

It was also the boss's b-day. His wife was the one who ended up trashed.
She sang. She never does that.
It was funny.

I got blamed for someone straightening their life out.
No joke.
He was serious when he said it was my fault he paid off his debt and started writing again.
I was a bit stunned.
This is a person I don't converse a whole lot with.
He's kind of a pain in the ass really.
But he's smart. Which makes him worth talking to.
And I'm serious that he blamed me for the direction of his life.

Then. My "silky bitch" showed up. He always wears silk shirts.
And. He rubs my back. He's very good at it. So, hence the name.
He likes it.
So. I got spoiled tonight with a back rub and he likes to play with my hair.
I don't mind.
I sometimes think he's hitting on me. I asked him once what he ever thought about me.
He said I was one of his best female friends cause I didn't chase him around or attempt to date him.
He's happy being single.
I am relieved to hear that. He's cute and all. But I'm happy where I am.

A visiting group of guys from Mississippi were there tonight. A relative died. They were up for the funeral.
One is a soldier, home on leave from Iraq.
He was in Bagdhad (I can't spell that!!!).
I asked him what it was like to be there.
He said it was scary at first, then it just became his job.
I also asked if he had shot and killed someone there and if it bothered him to do that.
He said he had, but there, it's a kill or be killed situation.
I can't imagine what that has to be like.
What those men and women have to do just to survive.
God bless them.
I don't think I could.

Well. It's 4:30 in the AM. I'm headed to bed.
Hope you are well.
Night.

Ali
The Misfit Chick