I wasn't feeling too sociable last week, faced last week with my wonderful career and the prospect of moving back to beautiful Dayton. But my friend D forced me out to events on Friday, Saturday AND Sunday; and I guess I'm feeling a little better today. It was a fun weekend.

On Friday, he put together a group, and I met a couple of new friends of his, for Indian, and then on to see "American Splendor" at the Esquire. On Saturday, he invited me along for a dinner group, where I knew some of the other folks already. And, on Sunday, we went to an AIDS Cincinnati fundraiser.

Some observations: I bet some of these a-list slashers, some who had been at that pool party a few weeks ago, lead a sort of bored existence. One guy just sat off by himself, miserable, at the dinner thing. He was cute, but looked so unpleasant, I didn't want to try to get to know him better. There were a few like that at the fundraiser, too. Kind of like putting in your time so you keep getting invited or something. Why bother? Also, it occurred to me that people who supposedly want to date, would only date until they found something horribly wrong with you, like you didn't like their taste in Pottery Barn or you mixed Banana Republic with Kenneth Cole -- something absolutely forbidden. I was outgoing and charming as I could be, laugh laugh laugh, but left with mixed feelings of disappointment and relief.

D and I also went to an art opening at SS NOVA, a downtown warehouse space that looks and smells like a colonial fort's dungeon. It has white-painted high barrel-vaulted ceilings, some stones damp. The art was about gun violence in America. I liked the Harry Potter and Brittney Spears posters for NRA -- no copyright laws broken there no -- absolutely brilliant and like totally awesome! Also, a police-tape crime scene of a troll doll lying in a pool of blood, bullet holes and a troll tennis shoe off to one side. ha ha ha. D liked the colored lollipops in the shape of revolvers called "suckas". ha ha ha.

There were also a portrait of a young couple surrounded by little "Putti" angels, all with dripping bullet holes; and a silkscreen of a well-manicured wealthy woman opening up a gift of a gun from her husband, with the benevolent hand of GOD overlooking all. The American Dream.

Here it is the start of a new work week, and I hoped today to start cleaning my messy little cubicle into a happy home. Guess there's always tomorrow...