I had my last day at the coffee shop. I have worked there for two and a half years. I didn't cry but I came pretty close. My boss almost made me cry. It has been good working for her. I cleaned out my box. I hadn't done that in over two years. There were notes from employees who hadn't worked there in a good year at least.
I got really drunk the last two nights. I did that instead of packing everything that I own into boxes to move it all back home. But now today, I must pack before my parents get here. We are going to go gambling for their anniversary which is today. Like a good son, I bought them a card. I have to provide my own gambling money, but the prime rib is on them. I really don't even know what gambling is like, and I imagine that I will be bored after not too long.
Last night, this guy who said that he wasn't gay and was very interested in my lesbian friends kept hitting on me. I was too creeped out to find out first hand if he was or wasn't. We did however go back to his new apartment (just a sleeping bag and a folding chair) to drink a littl e more and smoke a little. He just kept staring in my eyes with his weird "I'm drunk and high" gaze. It was really creepy. I have however realized in the past four days how many friends I am really going to miss when I leave this town. I think I might cry a little.
Happy belated Birthday to The Mr. T (if he starts to come around and read my blog). And if he doesn't, then I can state here that I owe him a drink.