Give Me a Break!

Psychotics Part Deux Madd and I ended up at Akbar tonight. It’s her first time there in a couple of years. Since then they have banned smoking indoors and opened a dance floor section. She likes it a whole lot now. Oooh. And I showed her the wonders of Pipers. Mmmmm. Anyhow, we were sitting in the main bar just talking. A group of boys ask to share the table to which we agreed to. One Italian boy in the group had been checking me out all night long. When we introduce ourselves he says his name is O. Of course I asked, “As in The Story of O?” And we start having a conversation that goes well. I’m thinking to myself that I’ve broken that streak of utter psychos who hit on me in bars. He seemed nice. He has his Masters degree in psychology and works in the Twin Towers jail downtown. He talks a little about his life which I won’t really get into since these sort of details are always mundane. After a brief lull he asks, “What are you thinking?” Ugh. One of those people. I don’t even bother playing along. I respond, “C is for cookie / It’s good enough for me.” However he was persistent. At some point he mentions this is about training people or some shit like that. And people who can’t distinguish between what they are thinking and what they are doing are fucked up. *rolls eyes* Madd, being the good friend she is, says, “I want ice cream!” We left, and I drive away wondering why all the psychos always congregate around me. Humph. Vacation Despite all of this, I am officially on vacation. I don’t have to think about budgets, general ledgers, reconciliations, meetings, Sarbanes-Oxley Section 404. None of that shit for a week. Me is happy.