Lisa's birthday.

Heather kissed me tonight -- and for once I'm not talking about Texas Heather or Michelle in a dream. Yes, the Heather, that ol' flame, hugged me and kissed me goodnight tonight, something I never could've expected. It's nice, makes me pretty happy.

God -- drunk, but can't fall asleep here in the warm sauna of Penn Station waiting area. My train -- the next -- leaves at 10:35, 40 minutes from now, and if I fall asleep, I could be out for a while. Maybe on the train, perhaps.

Wow -- you know, tonight was like any other night with any other friends -- only it was Heather. Man, maybe I'm really over this all to the point where I don't remember all that, I don't remember her that way at all. That would be nice. I actually remember thinking when she walked into Restaurant 147 that I was over it all. But it was a great time tonight, a trip I'm glad I made.

I could tell she was looking at me, there on the dark night corner of 7th and 15th. I hugged Lisa, the birthday girl, then Elise -- not expecting that, and the thank you for the e-mail on Valentine's Day -- and then saw Heather several times in my eye, or the corner, not sure if she'd hug me, but she did, and with a kiss. So surprised.

Damn, I couldn't drive now -- three vodka tonics, two glasses of wine, all started three hours ago. Glad for trains.