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Jailhouse Cock
Every time I think about this it makes me LOL. I can’t help but share.
I hope you all know I’m the furthest thing from homophobic, but the
stereotypical ‘gay sex in prison’ allusions always pop into my head
when I hear Jailhouse Rock by Elvis. Some of the lines get me giggling
like a juvenile:
“Little Joe was blowin’ on the slide trombone”
Kinda sounds like blowjob innuendo to me, but I know I have a dirty mind.
“The whole rhythm section was a purple gang”
Well, some people do associate purple with the queer community, so…
“Number 47 said to number 3, you’re the cutest jailbird I ever did see”
Ok, this one is self-explanatory!
“I sure would be delighted with your company”
Even when I was younger, I thought the line said “with you PUMPING
me.” Hahaha! I’ve always been a little sick, apparently!
“If you can’t find a partner use a wooden chair”
For what?! I guess the things I could do with a wooden chair solo
*cough… tribbing… cough* are a little different than the meaning
here!
“I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks”
This is, afterall, similar to “get my rocks off,” which is another way
of saying ‘have an orgasm!’
I’m sure in that era, these thoughts were not the first thing to pop
into people’s heads when they heard this song! I am well aware I’m
hyper-sexual and have a rather demented sense of humor at times! ;)
October means Happy Birthday to me!
I turn 34 on Tuesday the 11th. I think I’m okay with it, for the most part. I don’t really want to be an adult anymore, but that’s not something I can change, so… :P
If you’d like to send a gift, here is my Amazon Wishlist link: http://www.amazon.com/registry/wishlist/20XS24FVOU8O0/ref=cm_wl_sb?reveal=unpurchased&filter=all&sort=priority&layout=standard&x=11&y=5 . The items I would most like to have are any of the House Of Fluff T-shirts, Sims Fast Lane stuff, Sims Late Night, garter belts or stockings, Tablemate, the closet organizer or art supplies [i.e. canvas, thinner, easel], but you’re certainly welcome to choose something else. Cash is always good too, if you’d rather do that. Really, I’m quite grateful to receive anything at all! :)
So far, I am planning on celebrating a bit early – Saturday the 8th, at the reunion show for some local bands (Pizzle and The Mighty John Waynes) that were near-n-dear to me back in the day. I would, however, like to go out to dinner on my actual special day… maybe Santorini, Bravo, Olive Garden, Bonefish Grill or Red Lobster. We’ll see how that idea pans out. I wouldn’t mind doing a show on CW if I am well enough; I have been feeling a bit ill after work lately… I don’t think it’s serious- just minor aches/pains and general mental exhaustion, but I find I need to do as little as possible when I get home. How I wish I could go into work just an hour or two later! I think I’d feel much better!
That has me thinking about how I was born at 2:30am and my theory that has something to do with why I feel more alert later at night than I do during the day. It’s in my blood! ;)
Oh! Also on the subject of my birth… I might have mentioned this once, but I was very nearly named Sissy, Crystal, Ebony.
xo,
Anastacia
Perry & HPV Vaccination
[source: wikipedia]
“On February 2, 2007, Perry issued an executive order mandating that Texas girls receive HPV vaccine that protects against some strains of the human papilloma virus, a contributing factor to some forms of cervical cancer.[109] The order provided vaccination free of charge to those who were not covered by insurance, and included an opt-out provision for parents. At the time of the order, Gardasil, a newly approved drug manufactured by Merck, was the only HPV vaccine approved by the Food and Drug Administration. The move made national headlines, and apparent financial connections between Merck and Perry were reported by news outlets, such as a $6,000 campaign contribution and Merck’s hiring of former Perry Chief of Staff Mike Toomey to handle its Texas lobbying work and Perry’s “current chief of staff’s mother-in-law, Texas Republican state Rep. Dianne White Delisi (as) state director for Women in Government.”
Perry’s decision was criticized by some social conservatives and parents due to concerns about possible moral implications of the vaccine and safety concerns. On February 22, 2007, a group of families sued in an attempt to block Perry’s executive order.
In May 2007, the Texas Legislature passed a bill to undo Perry’s executive order. Perry did not veto it, saying the Legislature would have sufficient time and votes to override his veto.
This week, Rick Perry got called out by Michele Bachmann for that. I, however, applaud him for the idea.
There was an opportunity to opt out, so what is the problem?! I was in middle school (around 7th/8th grade) when I lost my virginity. If people are naive enough to believe kids that young aren’t engaging in sexual acts, they are sorely mistaken and placing their kids in danger. (On a related note, Abstinence Only programs are even more dangerous!)
The bottom line: Kids are fucking. Should they? No. Can you stop them? Not likely. Should you do everything in your power to protect the “young and dumb” from winding up with an std? You’d better believe it!
This seems like a no-brainer. Baffling. Saddening. Bravo, Religious Right!
(Sidenote: If the “real” issue is Perry’s dealings with the drug manufacturer… you’d be surprised at how many politicians have stock or friends in the pharmaceutical industry and how many political figures are offered positions with them once they are out of office. I don’t think any of them are immune to being swayed by those factors, but occasionally some good comes out of it nonetheless.)
Abbreviated Weekend
I’m home early. You see, because of my hellishly stressful & verbally abusive job, my weekends need to be for fun and relaxation or I’m going to become both physically and mentally ill. (Maybe that sounds ridiculous, but I suspect that if you were screamed at several times a day, every day, by a multitude of people, for things that have absolutely nothing to do with you in any way, shape or form, you’d feel this way too after five straight years of it!)
So, anyway, on the weekends I like to spend time with my Boyfriend to unwind. You know, we snuggle on the couch and watch movies, go shopping together, make dinner together, have sex. Well, rather, we SHOULD be doing those things. However, since his ex (his daughter’s babymama) moved in yet AGAIN because she got fired yet AGAIN, we’re not doing much of any of them. (BTW, This is the THIRD time this has happened! I found the last time I wrote about this loser: http://tousledelegance.livejournal.com/262130.html)
I don’t think many women could or would put up with this type of situation.
L has to go outside to smoke every 30 minutes [or more] and walks across the tv, interrupting our view. (I don’t know how someone unemployed spends so much on cigarettes, but that’s not the point. She could go out another door, but noooo.) And, of course, on her way back, she reeking of smoke, has to stop and talk to/pet the cats, causing us to miss dialogue every time. She’s in and out the door to smoke at all hours and each time the door opens or closes it shakes the entire house. We can’t sleep like that, constantly being woken up by it. I used to like to sit in the rocking chair on the porch for a little solitude, but every fucking time I do, she comes out. No solitude for me! Hell, every time I want to go to the bathroom there, brush my teeth or take a shower, someone is in it or needs to come in; I can’t even get any alone time in there!
L’s supposed to be “earning her keep” by making dinner and doing the dishes. That would be a great arrangement except for the fact that nothing T has in the house or buys is good enough for her. Miss Unemployed, irresponsible, lazy, free-loader is in no position to be picky and choosy yet, she won’t use canned goods, frozen goods, anything that isn’t “her” brand or make anything that doesn’t have meat in it (because she says she needs protein in her food). Sounds like she’s all health-conscious, right? Yet, she puts a shit-ton of butter, sugar and cream in everything! She loves to tell T what he is doing wrong and how SHE does it or what SHE uses.
After meals she cooks, I usually offer to do the dishes and she turns me down saying she has her own system. Ok. Maybe. I guess that system is leaving them sitting through several more meals until there’s no more clean silverware left to use and then complaining about how much work there is to do! Yeah, a half hour of dish washing is so much more work than those of us putting in 40 hour weeks at the office, eh?
As if L weren’t bad enough to have to deal with, ever since her mother has moved in, the girl (C) has been nothing but a little bitch to everyone except her Mom. Anything that comes out of C’s mouth is some snotty, know-it-all retort. (Actually, she sounds just like her mother! LOL!)
The bus stops right outside the house, yet C refuses to take it and expects him to drop whatever he is doing/totally rearrange his plans and take her somewhere immediately or worse, go get something for her right now, while she’s busy texting or playing on the internet and just _has_ to stay there to do that. (And he DOES, which sets the example that throwing a fit gets you your way!) He asks her to do her chores and she is “busy” “petting the cat” or watching a movie, doing her nails, has plans etc etc. She says she’ll “do it later.” He gets furious because, despite having reminded her several times, she claims she “forgot” and of course, by that time it is too late for her to do them because she has school the next day, so she gets out of it completely. Nice strategy! If C doesn’t get her way, she either turns it into a shouting match or cries. He ends up doing her chores himself or doing whatever it is she wants. (Again, great example! I guess I’m getting old, because in my days, we would have at the very least had privileges taken away for stuff like she pulls.)
Today, I had enough and so I decided to do something about it.
T, myself and the girl are doing dishes while L is in church (*snort*). Any idiot knows it doesn’t take 3 people to do dishes! But, ok, I know he’s set it up that way purposely. Then, C will actually do it and do it now because she has someone helping her (*ahem* lazy, spoiled) and it’s kind of “all in this together” scenario. He’s washing. She’s rinsing. I’m… putting the dishes in the drainer…? She put on my gloves. (Ok, fine, she can use them, I guess. Wish she’d asked though!) Then, I have to go upstairs to her room to collect the dishes she and her friends used and didn’t bother to bring down because she’s busy rinsing. Fine. Whatever. lazy… sense of entitlement… Ok.
The water coming out of the tap is so hot that it is actually steaming and the steam is hovering over that side of the sink. It is really heating up the dishes too! C can’t feel it because, obviously, she is wearing my gloves. I, however, have burned my hand twice now on the hot metal pots and pans she’s given me. I go over and add a little bit of cold water to the stream coming from the faucet. She make some sort of huffing noise at me. I say, “sorry, the dishes were so steaming hot that they were burning my hands.” (There were no towels left for me to use to protect my hands and C had on the only pair of gloves.) Then she makes it a point to walk around me to put the next dish in the rack herself, cutting me out of the “assembly line.” I figure she was just hurrying to get done and forgot to hand it to me in her rush to get it over with. I hold out my hands for the next one, indicating I’m still here and ready and willing to help. Then, she does it again. I can tell by her body language that this is deliberate and kinda malicious, really. I say, “well, I guess I’m done here” and I go upstairs. When I get to the top, I hear her telling T that I am “such a child” blah, blah, blah. That pisses me off! I shout down, “for not wanting to burn my fucking hand?” I go into the bedroom, marveling at the ridiculousness of being called a child for turning the cold water on a 1/4 to prevent myself from being scalded. She stomps upstairs after they are done and slams her door.
Well, that’s the last straw for me. I pack my backpack and tell T I’m going home because I’m tired of being treated like this when I am working so hard to be nice to everyone in a bad situation. He wouldn’t speak up for me, he just stood there and let that little brat act like this, just like he does all the time. Now it is 100 times worse with L living there too!
You know, I don’t ask for much and, consequently, that’s what I get- not much… except aggravation. It isn’t worth it. He can come over and see me at my apartment if he wants to spend some time together. Obviously, that is the only way we’re ever going to have any enjoyment until he can man up and stop letting everyone run roughshod over him (and his guest!) in his own home.
A Lesson In Nephrology
With the Craigslist kidney story hitting the news, I guess it is a good time to share mine. I haven’t told anyone this yet, well, except my Boyfriend, who was there when I found out a few weeks ago.
My Mom is going to be placed on the waiting list for an organ transplant. As if that weren’t < insert negative adjective here > enough, I inquired about being tested to see if I am a match and discovered I am not illegible to donate at all because I have gall stones and periodontal disease. I took it for granted that it was just a matter of the organ itself being in good shape, but as it turns out, not only could harvesting it be dangerous to me, my Mom would face a greater risk of rejection because of those two conditions.
Even though we knew there was always a possibility she might need a transplant someday, it doesn’t make it any easier now. Also, I feel like I failed her by not taking care of myself well enough to be able to help her.
This is really hard to talk about… That’s why it took me a while to mention it and why this entry isn’t longer or more detailed.
Since I’m an Atheist, I’m not going to ask for prayers :P However, if you’ve ever given thought to making a charitable contribution to medical research, please visit: The National Kidney Foundation, or for information on becoming a Living Donor, check out TransplantLiving.org.
Thanks for reading.
[NEW!] Desiree Vodkas
If you’ve kept tabs on my Twitter or Facebook lately, you might have noticed I was on a desperate search for a particularly decadent adult libation- Desiree Vodka in Red Velvet and/or Cupcake flavour(s). After visiting 4 different liquor stores, three of which did not carry it and the fourth was completely sold out, I finally found both! *WOOHOO!!!!!!*
Desiree just recently launched here. I had Red Velvet at party last weekend and promptly became obsessed. An unopened bottle sat atop the makeshift bar on the porch. The pretty, stripey labeling caught my eye and I looked to see what it was. Even though it was far too early for a cocktail and I hadn’t really planned on drinking anyway, Red Velvet sounded too yummy NOT to try a little taste!
I sniffed it first. It had a scent that was definitely a cross between a bakery and a distillery, ha! I wasn’t sure what to mix with it. Sprite/7-up/Sierra Mist seems to be the go-to for so many flavoured vodkas, but I found, at least the Three Olives Bubble, it actually destroyed the integrity of the flavour, rather than complimented it. Instead, I chose to splash a bit of my sugarfree Red Bull in it. Perfect!
The taste was spot-on authentic! Not only did it taste exactly like Red Velvet cake, it also seemed to have warming quality to it, as if it truly were a freshly baked good. In fact, it was so delicious that I had another glass on ice, straight. No burn! Very smooth! Not sickeningly sweet. Love, love, love!!!!
The following week, a google search led me to the company’s website, where I discovered Cupcake and Straight versions. Further sleuthing took me to Facebook, where I was able to find the name of the local distributor. The trips to the liquor store commenced soon after! At my neighborhood store, a United Package, they had it- past tense. The clerk told me it was hard to get ordered, took a long time to arrive and sold out quickly. I thought it was promising that they even had it at all though, since it is so new and so limited distribution. It gave me hope for my search!
That hope diminished a bit when a stop at 21st Amendment was not fruitful; they don’t carry it. After checking Kahn’s and getting the same answer, I was feeling defeated. I really didn’t want to order it and wait; I just wanted to run in and run out with boozy goodness. On a whim, I begged a coworker to drive over to the United Package by my office. Success!!!!! Since they were priced at $19.99, which was less than I had expected, I bought a bottle of each.
As did I, many of you are probably wondering what the hell to put in this stuff. Some suggestions are…
Cupcake: milk/cream, lemon-lime sodas.
Red Velvet: energy drinks, colas, milk/cream
*OM NOM NOM* :)
Rutted Life
I’m stuck in a rut.
Day after day, night after night, week after week, month after month, year after year it is the same thing.
Weekday Mornings
My alarm goes off at 7:15. After thinking about how much I hate my job (especially now that we’ve entered our busiest season), I finally stagger out of bed at 7:40. I wash up, fix my hair, brush my teeth, get dressed, pack my lunch and go catch the bus at 8:05. I arrive at the office at 8:20. Everyone is late. People yell at me about something someone else did or neglected to do. My boss drops more F bombs than I can count, stomps around and sighs. No one keeps me in the loop on things I need to know in order to do my job completely, properly, timely. The entire staff has lunch in someone’s office while I sit in the break room by myself. If I ‘m not too hurt, angry or exhausted, I might put on some makeup. No one tries to be friendly or chat with me. I am the enemy because I come to work to work and I do what I am supposed to do when I am supposed to do it. This is what I get in return.
Weekday Evenings
I escape leave Hell the office at 5:07, because:
A) The timer on our phone system is slow and tech support can’t figure out why/how to fix it so that the phones will turn off when we actually close at 5.
B) I have a long wee immediately after the phones shut down, since I’ve had to hold it because no one will answer them for me (without giving me a bunch of attitude for asking, so it isn’t worth it) if I leave my desk and I’ll get in trouble for letting them ring more than 2-3 rings.
On Mondays and Thursdays I go get my hair done after work. The salon is never ready when I arrive, my stylist can’t get through one appointment without getting sidetracked by answering her phone and texting or her letting dogs in/out, is very talkative but can’t talk without using the hands that should be washing, drying or ironing. When I finally get home around 7pm, I am so tired and so stressed out from the day, I don’t have the physical or emotional strength for interweb stuffs like camming or chatting, though I might look at emails, Twitter and Facebook for a minute or two. I read or watch a dvd and eat something that doesn’t require much actual cooking, wash my face and read [again] before turning out the lights at 10-11ish.
On Tuesdays or Wednesdays, I might stop at the store for something or get my nails done before heading home and going through the same routine, adding in a bubble bath/shave.
On Fridays, I rush to the bank, then stop by my apartment to pick up my weekend bag. I rush to my Boyfriend’s place. Kittens greet me at the door; I love the kittens! Boyfriend is always on the phone and ignores me for about an hour. His daughter is napping (because, for some reason, she says up until midnight or 1 even though she has to be up early to go to school), so dinner won’t be for a few hours. I play with kittens, pace around the house and try to get boyfriend to pay attention to me. Eventually, we cook dinner, pick out a movie, argue about doing dishes, watch said movie, I wash my face before bed, we have sex and go to sleep around 10-11pm.
Weekends
Saturdays I try to recharge my body/mind with more sleep. Boyfriend gets up around 9:30-10:30, but I get up around Noon, have coffee, eat and read, watch tv/movies, soak in the hot tub, get dressed, maybe sit on the porch until dinner time. If he doesn’t have a gig, we cook dinner, watch more tv/movies, I wash my face before bed, we have sex, watch SNL and go to sleep around 1am.
Sundays, I’m up around 10-11am. I shower, get dressed, have coffee, read while eating breakfast, then put on makeup. We go grocery shopping, watch movies/tv, maybe soak in the hot tub or sit on the porch for a bit, cook dinner, argue about doing dishes, watch more tv/movies, I wash my face before bed, we have sex and go to sleep around 11pm. On Monday morning, we get up about 6:30am (since he has to be at his office an hour before I’m due at mine). He drops me off at my apartment; I go back to sleep for a half hour, then get up and do my usual get-ready-and-go-to-work thang.
I need some safe, comforting predictability for my Mental Health, but not every second of my life. I struggle with the things most people would suggest doing like hanging out with friends, going out for dinner, drinks, shopping, going to the movies or to sundry events. I usually can’t afford to anyway, so it’s moot. I guess I need a new, inexpensive hobby- preferably one that requires little thinking or interaction, heh.
From One Infidel To Another
I get the distinct impression that I am one of very few people that finds something inherently wrong in celebrating anyone’s death. It is ok to feel relieved, safer, vindicated, but cheering and singing in the streets not only reflects poorly on character, it is also dangerous. What does that celebratory mode suggest to nations that have chastised American behaviors/attitudes? For them, it serves as additional evidence, confirming what they already feel/believe. We’ve been working very hard to change negative perceptions solidified by the actions of the Bush administration; publicly jumping for joy at the death of a martyr is a gigantic step back in that process. Furthermore, there’s a justifiable fear of retaliation right now and drawing attention this way seems incredibly unwise at this time; whooping it up puts everyone at a greater risk.
Many people are saying his death is good news, but that the fight isn’t over yet. I am baffled how anyone could honestly believe it will ever really, truly be “over” when we continue to act and react in the same manner. History has taught us nothing. We choose ignorance time and time again.
Shoes, Glorious Shoes
As the seasons change, so must my footwear.
I’m not one of those women that is all, “OMG SHOES!” However, since I am so hard to fit properly, I get excited when I actually find some I like that don’t flap around on (or would that be off?) my itty bitty feets and that don’t cost over twenty bucks. This time, instead of slogging around some-crappy-where like Walmart on an almost guaranteed to be depressing search, I went to an actual shoe store for the first time in well over a decade.
Well, I hate trying things on. Hate. Hate. Hate. Not because I loathe my body; I think it’s actually shopping I loathe. I want to get in and out as quickly as possible. (This is probably due to my issues with people/crowds…. and also, never having enough money for the things I want.) I figured the hunt might be easier if I got over my mortification about my little feet and actually had them measured so I would have a better idea of what could possibly fit and what absolutely would not. Now I know the awful truth, which I had kind of already suspected: I am a Size 4 US (which really is “Kids” since “Women’s” typically don’t come any smaller than a 5 here) and a Size 2 UK.
Obviously, I am not going to find sexy kitten heels. I did, however, manage to get five quite suitable pairs, all on sale, for under $70. Of course, now I am broke, but my feet thank me!
Social Overload
The last few weekends have been fatiguing, what with gigs, alcohol, houseguests and such. Don’t get me wrong though- I love seeing My Man play, having a few drinks and when his brother visits, but they all require more than I have in me without recharging my batteries in between, so to speak. In general, being around people is draining for me- all that coming up with an interesting (but not weird) conversation topic instead of sitting in comfortable (for me, anyway) silence, determining the appropriate responses, making the right facial expressions. After an hour or two, I am mentally and physically exhausted.
It is tiring even on familiar territory. For example, every time I go to my neighborhood bar, I have to deal with melodramatics from S, a girl My Man used to hang out with nearly a year ago. She tried to win him over and failed. Now she has a case of sour grapes. She told people she was going to “put me in my place/show me who’s boss/tell me how it is.” *snort* Gee, that’s some tough talk from someone who makes it a point to walk all the way around the opposite side of the bar just to avoid crossing my path! Well done though; that clearly shows me my place (isn’t threatened by her), who is boss (I am) and how it is (just fine), LOL!
Then there’s ever phony and vapid Mean Girls™ or The Heathers™ who do their best to ruin my mood. I call them that because I absolutely cannot forget the many times they’ve literally ran up to hug a girl and gush to her about how great she looked, only to laugh at her as soon as she was out of ear shot, commenting how awful her appearance was, making fun of her clothes, hair, makeup, wondering how she got a guy like so-and-so. L Every time I see them one of them, M, always says something along the lines of being “soooo glad she didn’t wear her [what ever I have on] because she would just totally die if she was wearing the same thing as someone else.” Like, omg. UGH, so shallow!
This time M pissed me off by telling me she knows what women want and that I wanted to go to another bar after my man’s gig. She wasn’t trying to be funny or to guilt me into going. Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck her motivation could possibly have been, beyond wanting to insure someone was around to gossip about because surely their night could not be complete without that! She doesn’t know me beyond perfunctories like, “hi, how are you” in bars. What I really wanted was to get the fuck out of there [read: away from her] and go home.
That was a weird night as a whole. I had an opportunity to spend some time with my BFF for once, so I saved a table for us and he backed out at the very last possible minute. By the time I found out he wasn’t coming, all the seats at the bar (and other tables) were already full, so I ended up stuck sitting at a four topper smack dap in the middle of the room all by myself. I was feeling uncomfortable [in a place full of people that hate me, but have never really had a conversation with me] from the moment I got there and that made it ten times worse. The first 3 or 4 hours were pretty close to unbearable.
Later, people were drunk enough to sit down and start talking to me. I might even have made a new friend, K, if she remembers the night. She did reveal some rather personal things to me. (People tend to do that with me though. I give off the kind of vibe that makes them feel they can unburden.) The complication, unfortunately, is that her boyfriend, D, is the best friend of my most recent ex. I’m sure he isn’t my biggest fan. (But what else is new, really?!) However, oddly, that particular ex turned up at the bar too and spent quite a bit of time chatting with me, so… *shrug* I don’t know what to think.
Another guy, P, that I had gone out on a few dates with years ago, came to say hello and his date, T, lingered behind. I got a sense that she felt a lot like I did, so I invited her to sit with me. She actually did and remained there while he played social butterfly. She probably didn’t know we’d gone out before. I’d rather she didn’t. That factor might make her less friendly. Ok, sure, he looks just like the actor Jack Carson and I still think he is gorgeous, but definitely not the one for me. Been there. Done that. And no. Sadly, no.
As I was preparing to leave, the strangest thing yet happened. [Some brief background: about 2 years ago, L, a girl I chatted with often at my neighborhood bar really hurt me and embarrassed me. It occurred when I went to greet her with a hug, but she and stiffened and jerked away. I don’t know why. Maybe she didn’t remember me since it had been a while since I last saw her. Maybe she was upset about something that had nothing to do with me. Maybe I smelled like poo. Maybe she was just drunk. Whatever the reason, I was so troubled by her reaction that I decided I would never ever try to approach her again. Of course, she comes to this gig on this night that already has me feeling off-balance!] The crowd is thinning a little. I am thinking about getting ready to leave. She walks up to me and is genuinely friendly. Knowing what I know about her from previous interactions, I don’t think she is the type to have conversations with people for the purpose of making fun of them with her friends or gleaning information to somehow use against them. (Yes, I am aware how paranoid that sounds, but it has actually happened. I’ve learned the hard way not to be so trusting.) We chat about work, international culture, food, school, our homes, natural disasters, bands. I might be talking too much (hey, we’re all been drinking though), but it’s going well, I think and she certainly seems engaged in the conversation. She keeps complimenting me, telling me how great it is to speak with me. (My man thinks she could have been hitting on me. I doubt it, though a friend of hers intimated that she ‘might’ be bisexual.) This is a very different L than our last encounter. She says she has to get up early for work and should go, but seems reluctant. Then she asks me my last name. (At the time, I did not wonder why.) She says she hopes to see me soon and that I should go out more often. We part ways and I am left pondering what transpired. Maybe next time we meet, it will be this positive again. The next day, I notice she has just requested to add me on Facebook. (I accepted.) Wow! I might have made another friend!
The following weekend, My Man’s brother came to visit from Washington state. We get along great and I like him a lot. He’s a nice person and he’s hilarious. His trips always include a lot of liquor, unhealthy food and a bunch of old friends coming over. I enjoy a bit of that too, but not all day, every single day. So, I was pretty tired by Sunday.
I must admit, I drank so much the first day, that I didn’t have a drop after that. (Which probably made it even more difficult for me to be social…) I also ate a lot of ‘bad’ food, meaning things contradictory to my diet. He brought us smoked salmon from Seattle. We had escargot. We smoked a beef brisket (for 10 hours). We gorged on cheese, breads and exotic olives stuffed with things like anchovy and garlic. All delicious! His friends are cool people too- old hippies, musicians, drag queens, pain slaves. Still, I need more time to myself than most folks in order to deal with the real world.
As far as I know, there’s no commitments for this coming weekend. (Finally!) I am hoping it will consist of snuggling on the couch, watching movies, napping, petting kitties, finishing a book. I wouldn’t necessarily say I am easy to please, but it’s the little things I enjoy most and doing them with the Man I love.