drum jam was last night. i took my drum.

but tensions at the center were very high. and a certain man, who again appears to be infatuated with me, was drinking alot. and wanted to hold my hand, and wanted to kiss me(but i wouldn't let him).
the center closes for good next weekend. the estate sale is today. i will make the long drive up there to pick up odds and ends. and to see tonights last concert.

hopefully we can transition well into the new venue for the drum jam.

and my mind went to that big flirt.

are men afraid of asking for phone numbers? i don't know. all i know is the very next time i see him, and IF he is still a major flirt with me, then i will give it to him.

drum jam was interesting in an odd way. perhaps odd isn't the right word, though.

notes:
i am going to buy the guy's drum next friday.

then he read me and said the time isn't right yet for the other person to show up.

no matter how much a man(different man, btw) flirts and tries to kiss me, i am just completely turned off by seeing a wedding ring on a guy's hand. and utterly appalled when i know his wife is somewhere in the building.

i am also completely turned off by certain tones of voice, like whining(different man too).

cuervo is sucky tequila, no matter how well the margarita is blended.

card readings for people are going good.

veggie pizza with "everything" is completely disgusting.