Just for Shorty Bang Bang to look your way.

Blackstreet, "No Diggity"
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I like Old Pas. I really do. I'm surprised that there's still room for development along Colorado Blvd, and I do have to say that I'm vaguely tempted to move out there, if only for familiarity purposes. Villa Sorriso is my favorite spot there at the moment, but Stan and a couple of his friends and I ended up passing it up in favor of McMurphy's, which has a great patio area, but whose music really can't match that of Highlands. I hadn't been there since my brother's twenty-first, and I have to say that the place looks very very different when you're sober.

The crowd at my group meeting is getting younger and younger, and it gives me the opportunity to be a different sort of twenty-something, as if I don't get that opportunity all the time. But I've only got a month left, and I really want to get this DDP requirement done and over with. If I miss meetings, it's a real pain in the ass making it up, even though I'm allowed to miss up to five classes. Making it to my normal meeting is hard enough with my work schedule, but trying to attend one of the makeup sessions, which happen in the middle of the day, will be downright impossible. For this reason, I decided to give away the tickets I had for Tori's LA appearance because of a schedule conflict. I swore that I would not attend another Tori concert until she started playing small venues again, and sure enough I end up having to sit in a circle with a bunch of other misfits.

It's not so much the counseling process that bothers me; it's the scheduling. But I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I've always felt that, as a young person, your mind is geared toward graduating from something. So it certainly looks like cooking school is in my future, especially since a coworker's brother is a director of the California School of Culinary Arts.