These perpetual late nights are going to ruin me. I seem to have gotten myself onto a cycle where I cannot possibly become drowsy enough to sleep before 3 or 4 in the morning.

Last night, Paul and I met Shannon and some of her friends down at a bar near Deep Ellum. The bartendress was this beautiful woman with bright eyes and at least a couple of nearly-visible tattoos, some wonderful piercings and long brown hair. O.K., so she made a bit of an impression on me. I was getting some good encouragement from both Paul and Shannon that this was definitely my type of woman. So we'll open this book and see where it might go....

As Paul and I often do, we shut down the bar at TABC2:00am and headed to his new poshly swank townhome in uptown. He and his roommate had to move out of the other very nice accomodations after it was discovered that two of the units in his complex were infected with the Black Mold. Paul actually made it onto the news as they documented his plight to find new digs. Paul and I got to talking about our mutual desire to buy a Vespa or Aprilia scooter as kind of our "fuck you" to the Dallas soccer-mom-mobile saturated highways and rising fuel costs that are estimated to top off at over $2.50 a gallon this summer.

Last fall, James turned me on to a bike made in Europe called the Ural. I started talking with Paul about it and we ended driving to my place and spending the next two hours looking at these beautiful bikes with sidecars, dreaming of how cool everyone would instantly think we were when we pulled up. The nearly ten thousand dollar price tag will probably keep me from getting one of these bikes. Yeah, maybe, but Paul and I are going this week to check them out at the dealership.