02.02.08 --- getting out the door

Last night was First Friday openings. I went to a couple with another curator, one with a car. Wheels are nice here, especially on nights when things are going on at opposite ends of the city during the same three-hour slot.

I left while things were still buzzing at the last place, even though people I knew were still out. But my ride home was leaving, and this unwritten essay is dragging on me emotionally.

Against all better judgment, I am coming home this weekend. Somehow, this shit has to get done in the in-between time. If I limit the boozing and skip the sugar and carbs, I might have enough energy. I'm going to try.