No, not Elvis lyrics.
The Mercury was crowded tonight. I had a good time while I was there, but toward 1 a.m. I started feeling tired and lonely amid the crowd. I wanted to flirt with someone. I wanted to invite someone home so I could curl up on be held.
Bad idea though. There were several girls out tonight who have tried to take me to bed. But doing so with them would not be a good idea, for many many reasons. Taking home women, just for the fact that they are willing, is bound to lead to trouble.
And really, there's only one person makes it so I don't feel lonely. So I left. Because being among all those people was just making me lonelier. Home, to where I can be alone with my thoughts. At one point in my life, I was in bad company when I was alone. Now, I find it soothing. Here, I get to use the wonder of Live Journal to immediately exorcise this. Get it out in black and white and it loses it's power. Ursula LeGuin wasn't so far off when she wrote that naming something means you own it.
So now I shall dodder off to the living room to sleep on the couch, listening to the infomercials on the T.V. Early in the morning I shall make my pies. Then over to our venue for the evening, where they shall be baked and fill the house with pie goodness. Hope to see everyone there.