Options 

I have two options for things to do tonight.  

The first option: I could stay home and finish off my packing so I’m down to just the essentials… the kitchenware, bathroom stuff, and clothes I’ll to get through the week. (I’m moving out five days from now… and honestly, I don’t know how it’s going to feel to leave this place and all of its memories behind.)  

The second option is that I could go to the bar. With Steve-O. My (ex) brother-in-law. He wants to talk about the website. The blog. The New Bachelor. Or as he calls it, “the moneymaker.” He CLAIMS he knows someone who knows someone who used to write for that brief-lived-but-great-TV-show American Gothic… “and listen, buddy boy, they’ve been readin’ this shit and they like it.”  

Apparently, Steve-O’s “associates” (as he calls them) think my life is perfect fodder for a screenplay! Ha!  

Between Option 1 and Option 2, I’d love to take Option 1. It would be nice to do some packing and then sit and meditate, really dig down deep so I can see how I feel about letting this place go. (Painful stuff, I suppose, but necessary.)  

You know what I’d REALLY to do? I’d like to go with Option 3: going out for vegetarian cuisine and an evening of alternately riveting and hilarious conversation with Lisa.  

Option 3 does not exist. I called her out of the blue this afternoon. She says she has plans tonight. “Sort of a date,” she explained.  

So tonight, I’m going to a bar. With Steve-O.