Last night at Katz’s introduction’s were made with names and then signs, and much chewing was done on astrology concerning who would get along with who. Very interesting to watch.
Roy, suddenly flush with cash, and intent on libating with Renee convinced me to go to Spy. I drank much too much. Hungover today. I haven’t had a hangover like this (headache) in ages. It was prolly a mystery drink the bartender pawned off and me.
Sunanda showed: “Spy is always good to me.” She’s one of the reasons we went to Katz’s, so she could sober up a bit. We split some french fries, and she had a grilled cheese. It looked good, like Nicci’s.
Nick was there (“Next time don’t be a scared little bitch. Just ask.”) with Kendall, seemingly an old friend of the entire Oakridge/Woodlands group. She’s a cancer: “Whenever I meet interesting people, I like to get to know them more.”
Brandon and Ramiro were also there. As was Tiffany. She always says something that makes me smile and shake my head; something moderately lascivious, but ultimately sweet. She’s good people.
Lastly there was this girl who looked so much like Nicci, it fucked with my head. Renee and Roy thought the same. Her hair was in a style formerly worn by Nicci. And she had Nicci’s back, shoulders, and neck. Fucked with my head because I had the immediate sensation that she was absolutely beautiful. She wasn’t. She wasn’t offensive, by any means, but I found it odd how my concept of beauty had morphed to be Nicholette.
I wonder if everyone does that.