The Eve of New Year's Eve

11:45 pm
South Shore

Now playing: Sam Prekop

Like I said, a well documented night last night. The evening's festivities were recorded by two video cameras. One, a Sony digital 8 (a DCR-TRV140) and the other a PureDigital, i can't remember the model. This, in addition to several cellphone video cameras and my digital still camera. And the built in video camera in my laptop. Do not underestimate how well-documented last night was.

We got up this morning at about 7:00, sat, etc. Then Vlindinhauer took his morning ablutions in the Atlantic. Swimming, briefly, just after sunrise, in Boston Bay in late December. It almost goes without saying but, we caught it on film. I considered joining him in the water, but I was fucking freezing as it was, fully dressed, just standing by the water, the PureDigital camera shaking in my hand, I was so cold.

Okay, so I'm kind of a pussy when it comes to the cold. But you know what? You would have been too. It was cold out there.

We drove, in more than one car, to the Pourhouse on, what's it called, Boylston Street. I ordered too much food.

Dropped Josh off someplace, then came back here to chat, catch up, etc.

Then it was off to the Largest Casino in the World.

Anyone who knows me can tell you that casinos are not Sabitathica's native environment. He is typically found in underlit rooms, with music playing, usually quietly. In fact, just last night I told those present that I've come to suspect that I've got mild, HF Asperger's. It was probably documented, me saying that, so there's proof somewhere if you don't believe me. In fact, me being autistic was a joke between me and Jessica. Actually, it was more of a joke between me and myself, with Jessica playing straight man. Actually, it wasn't really a joke.

If you ever needed to find Sabitathica, and you knew something of his habits, you probably wouldn't bother looking in a loud, chaotic place with flashing lights. And smoke. And people who are fixated on money.

But it turns out that's where you should have been looking, at least tonight. I was gambling and thinking about money. And talking to the people next to me about gambling and money, too.

As it happens, I lost more than I won, but not by much. The good thing about having Asperger's is that I don't fall into the standard-issue casino trance very easily.


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1:15 am

Astral Weeks is playing now.

Have I mentioned that this album saved my life? In 1988. Swear to God. It will save your's too, if your's needs saving.

Okay, maybe I don't really have Asperger's. But it would explain some things if I did.

Nobody in Atlanta has ever heard of Van Morrison.

12:36 am
Winthrop

Who's here? Josh and Vlindinhauer and me. And, earlier, Vlindinhauer's wife, M. A well-documented evening.

Currently under discussion: The tragic, violent accident which would occur if we were to try to drive home tonight, back to the South Shore. There are many points of agreement. One of which is that the accident would involve a family of five, all of whom would be killed on impact. It was decided that the oldest boy in the family would be some sort of savant. His future would have brought him close to a cure for a major disease. And the middle daughter is the junior high slut.

I woke up here yesterday morning. Here's what the day looked like.



This is what I looked like.




Listening earlier to a bootleg of Pink Floyd from 1970. A very good night for the lads.

Listening now to Marvin Gaye. Mercy Mercy Me. Everyone else is asleep now, but my new fucking awesome laptop is serenading me with What's Going On.

I told the waitress at that Irish place earlier, Clery's, that she was the worst waitress I've ever had. Swear to god. You'd think she would be insulted, or put off by this. But she seemed to like it. Weirdo.

The more of a jerk I am to women, the more they can't stop purring at me. Freaks.

A quick example. A woman and a boy came over and sat at our couch the other night, mine and Josh's. It was Christmas night and we were at some place, just talking and catching up. As this woman and boy approached our couch, I loudly told Josh to 'get rid of them'. They both heard me, of course, and within one minute she was purring at me. How dumb is that?

She asked me if she could show me her breasts. She even offered me fellatio if I let her show me her breasts. You believe that? Christmas night. I told her 'That doesn't sound like a very good deal to me'. Of course, that just made her purr all the more, and she showed me her breasts anyway. Tramp.

But right now I'm listening to Van Morrison. It's about 1:20 am. Veedon Fleece. Linden Arden Stole the Highlights.

Nobody in Atlanta, the city I currently live in, has ever heard of Van Morrison. I don't know what fills the place in them that Van Morrison occupies in me, but I'm not too worried about it right now. I've been listening to Van Morrison a lot recently.

Come Here, My Love is playing. It is so fucking beautiful. I can't stand it. Beautiful the way Song to the Siren is beautiful, or Carry Me, Ohio. Or maybe Martha, My Dear, if you squint a little.

Irish-Ethiopian Beauty Salon

I'm at a beauty salon. I'm here with my dear Mother. She's getting her hair done and I'm her chauffeur.

I was at a salon yesterday too, on Tremont Street. Vlindinhauer and I walked in and, using an old Jedi mind trick, convinced the people inside to let him cut my hair.

In other news, Chuckles the Cat has been ill. We got her info back from the doctor. She's got hyperthyroidism and a liver disorder, both manageable.


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4:45 pm

I'm at Clery's, an Irish bar on Central Street http://www.irishconnection.com/clerys.html

Josh lost his wallet or something. He just went back to the car to look for it.

We're waiting for Vlindinhauer to get available. He's near here, taking care of some business.

The plan is to eat Ethiopian in a bit.

Ha Hd Hr; Timfmb

Here I am. I'm at Vlindinhauer's. The Atlantic Ocean is here with me, outside the window.

I'm in Winthrop, Massachusetts, in front of the ocean, next to a Christmas tree, and I'm beginning this blog.

Lots of music tonight. Prerecorded music, made up on the spot music, even some Opeth. Later, there was more Opeth as the soundrack to two new films we watched. The films were called

Fuct Up Heavy Metal Carpentry and
Fuct Up Heavy Metal Plumbing.

And we watched a third film, called The Urban Walk Society: To, From, and Around Deer Island.