meat market

rainy crappy day outside. so much for running. headed to the doc's in an hour to get the stitches taken out. my hand still hurts--weird.

hanging with moe, joe, and bama boy tonight. delectable tex-mex at mi barrio, my new hole-in-the-wall find here.

not much in the way of live music tonight. i want to head to the earl in east atl, but the boys are suggesting the worst meat market in town. that being said, these dudes find chicks like crackwhores find crack. that is, they just seem to fall into their hands. bama boy is dipping in the company ink again. he previously dated his boss and managed to keep it on the down low. pretty flipping sweet.

moe is on like a 4 month tear. latest notch is a resident at emory who sounds pretty cool. thankfully the archaelogist from a few weeks ago is history. a few weeks ago joe and i met moe at this this chick's holiday party. as i introduced myself to her, i was thinking, "from where do i know her?" just as i remembered, "man, she reminds me of that totally weird chick that used to hang around the House and follow pasley around" she says, "i know you from emory--i used to hang out with pasley." she then proceeded to live up to my memory of her personality.

gotta admire joe's spirit. he brings his A game pretty much everywhere he goes. for example, at a soccer team party a few weeks ago, everyone arrives and is milling about. when the karoke machine is turned on, everyone nervously looks at the floor.

not joe.

he grabs the mic and starts belting it out.

big up, joe.

joe starts to warm up the crowd...

...he brings a cute chickie out to join him, as moe watches safely from the sideline (someone should tell moe that jj from good times wants his shirt back)...

...and reaches for the high C #