Seriously I really love Friday's at my job. Today I have no boss, so I have been editing photos listening to Air & Dean-o.
The other night at Brandy's my friends & I got a little frisky. I loved hearing the report from my sober friend that stopped by. He said taht at one point he looked at the piano, and saw 2 pairs of legs sticking out and the piano player smiling. He said it looked like my friends were blowing the piano player. This makes me happy.
I of course remember none of that. ahhaha. The lovely lovely lovely drug gin & tequilla. Not so lovely on my mind, so here is Gentle on My Mind (i like the Dean Martin Version - but its more famously known as a Presley song:

It's knowin' that your door is always open
And you path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch

It's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the heat stains that have dried up on some lovin'
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we'd fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin'
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for hours
You're just gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup from a gurgling,
cracking cauldron in some train yard
I'm barely runnin' cold how
Have a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Cupped hands around the tin cans
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're wavin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind