Traverse the Night Sky

I'm out of town for the second weekend in a row.
Homegirl's been texting me nude pictures whilst I mentally resting before a long night out at an event, then perhaps some hard drinking b/c I don't have a car within 200 miles of where I am to worry about getting behind the wheel of once the alcohol monster grips my manic side.
Tomorrow has another event which hits a demographic that I've had considerable success with and as this isn't a city I hit often (and even if it was) it's big enough I can shotgun approach indiscriminately. Hopefully set up a bird in this area that I can roll back out to see eventually.

I'm deep and dark in a city I've been to years ago but not ever done damage of the pussy variety.
After my super close calls with a couple birds last weekend, I feel that urge to force something to happen even if it's a bit out of my comfort zone as an attempt to prove to myself those were beyond my control in terms of what kept me from getting the notch.

I left work early, hit the road, and now I'm far from my home, far from people that know me, and I'm underneath a different section of the sky.

It's a pleasant feeling regardless of where the night takes your humble narrator.
I'm still fondly considering plans to meet the fresh-faced girl one weekend soon and railing her out.
We'll see if she's talk or real game.
Little pretty birds and such.