Leroy's Before 1:20 a.m.

Ya ya I know, called it an early night, but I have to work tomorrow...

I left the house after watching some Strong Bad e-mails and a nap on the small couch in our very clean living room. (Props to Julie Howard who went ape with the cleaning supplies today.) I drove to Leroy's directly by way of N.Lights, spit onto Benson, left on Arctic, right on Fireweed, and quick cut between Greek Corner and the Florist/Tattoo Shop and parked at the far end of the crowded parking lot.

I walked in, saw that my end seat at the counter was free and walked there. I made eye contact with a strikingly beautiful girl that was sitting in a corner booth and did not break eye contact until I was past her, at which point she said, "You're high." I laughed, sat down, said "Hi" to Jen and "Hey there little man" to Thor, her son, and "Sup dude" to her husband (whose name I don't remember so we'll call him Mssr. Adelaide "Chester" Elegante), sat down and spilled my notebooks all over the counter. I dove in and began scribbling and reading and making racing noises. 15 minutes after I sat down, the crappy waitress (the nastily Asian women were working and I don't like them. Not because they're Asian, but because they own the joint and don't give a cow-pucky about scraggily muffins like MeMungo) finally hit me with the black coffee and ice water. She never returned to take my order.

Half an hour after I walkedededed in Jen asked if I had an extra smoke and I said, "No, this pack only came with 20 in it, no extras," but went outside and gave her one of mine anydangway. While standing out there, brooding to myself that I only had one smoke left in my pocket and imagined how long of a night it would be with coffee and no cigarettes, I we chatted about her son. I saw a white mini van and said, "It's funny, that looks like my buddy's van, you remember Jake right? But he's not here, we were supposed to meet here 20-30 minutes ago." I looked into the restraunt and said, "He's not here is he?" And looked at the booth where the mad hottie was sitting who thought I was high. ONE BOOTH OVER sat Double O, reading his book. Plain as day. Only 10 feet behind him, sitting on the counter, was my coffee, my ice water, and my notebooks. I said, "Hold this," gave Jen my ciggie and went inside and yelled at Double O. I can't believe I missed him, but he could. After I told him the story, he said, "Well you were looking at that girl."

That was about as exciting as the night got, aside from tales and grunts of Double O's pain. We drank 7 cups of coffee and Double O calculated that we drink an average of 2,400 cupp-a's coffee a year. He does some funny math. Joe, the cook, said to Natalie (who thankfully took over our table when the Asians left), "Are they going to stay here all night? This isn't a library you know." She stuck up for us but it made me feel pretty unwelcome. He's never said anything about me hanging out so long before.

Mary was there and she showed me a book she was reading by Jack Kerouac. It was of his poetry and we read a few of them to eachother. But that was the extent of our conversation, essentially, she was in a downer mood. I think I overheard something Jeano the Regular say to her about making decisions and some people aren't worth keeping in your life. Sounded heavy so I just left her alone. She left without saying goodbye to anyone. I hope we see her again.

On my drive home there was an alarm going off at KFC. Double O and I had thought it was coming from the Key Bank, but it wasn't. The funny part is, there were no cops. Nothing. No sirens, no nuthin. The alarm had been hollering for almost 2 hours.

Peace and Love,
MeMungo

Song of the day: "Let It Go" by Frou Frou

P.S. I've had my atomic clock sitting under my PJ's in my crotch the whole time I've been blogging. There's a temperature gauge on there so.... hold on.... just lemme.... 87.7 degrees in my pants. Quite warm.

;)