Q. What is your salad dressing of choice?
A. ranch, but i dip instead of pouring it all over
Q. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?
A. new one - Quiznos
Q. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
A. cheap - big boy, group - red robin, date - azteca
Q. On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?
A. around 20%
Q. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick off of?
A. pasta
Q. What are your pizza toppings of choice?
A. Ham & Pineapple & Black Olives
Q. What do you like to put on your toast?
A. grape jelly
Q. What is your favorite type of gum?
A. doublemint
TECHNOLOGY
Q. Number of contacts in your cell phone?
A. 130
Q. Number of contacts in your email address book?
A. no idea
Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?
A. orange pattern
Q. How many televisions are in your house?
A. 3
BIOLOGY
Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?
A. depends on what i'm doing
Q. What’s your best feature?
A. eyes?
Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
A. a foot of my intestines, including the appendix, pieces of glass, teeth, my son
Q. Which of your five senses do you think is keenest?
A. hearing
Q. When was the last time you had a cavity?
A. it's been years
Q. What is the heaviest item you lifted last?
A. my luggage
Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
A. yes
BULL[CRAP]OLOGY
Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
A. nope
Q. Is love for real?
A. yes
Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
A. I wouldn't
Q. What color do you think looks best on you?
A. red
Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?
A. no idea
Q. Have you ever saved someone’s life?
A. don't think so
Q. Has someone ever saved yours?
A. yes, several times
DAREOLOGY
Q. Would you walk naked for a half mile down a public street for $100,000?
A. it's not the naked part, it's the half mile part that's kind of off-putting
Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?
A. yes
Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000
A. nope
Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?
A. meh
Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?
A. nope
Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
A. nope
Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?
A. nope
Q. Would you give up watching television for a year for $25,000?
A. probably
DUMBOLOGY
Q: What is in your left pocket?
A: nothing
Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?
A: nope
Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?
A: both
Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?
A: stand, but I have sat down for other reasons in there
Q: Could you live with roommates?
A: yes
Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
A: 3
Q: Where were you born?
A: a hospital
Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
A: last 4th of July, but it wasn't my run-in to have
Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
A: don't want to
LASTOLOGY
Q: Friend you talked to?
A: Dan / Prime
Q: Last person you called?
A: James
Q: Person you hugged?
A: Mr. Pants Hat
FAVORITOLOGY
Q: Number?
A: 42
Q: Color?
A: blue
Q: Season?
A: autumn
CURRENTOLOGY
Q: Missing someone?
A: yes
Q: Mood?
A: jet-lagged
Q: Listening to?
A: PowerRangers on tv
Q: Watching?
A: see above
Q: Worrying about?
A: nothing
RANDOMOLOGY
Q: First place you went this morning?
A: hotel / casino
Q: What can you not wait to do?
A: i can wait
Q: What’s the last movie you saw?
A: Shrek 3, but I fell asleep during part of it
Q: Do you smile often?
A: yessiree!
Q: Are you a friendly person?
A: sure
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Owie, owie, owie, owie, owie, OWIE!!!!!
Yesterday was the first time I got on the bike that I'd bought recently, and this morning, I have owies. Apparently, that rush of... whatever it is that makes you not feel pain when it happens so that you can get out of danger goes away by the next morning. I have scrapes on my shins from the pedals, I skinned my right knee, and there's a part of my chest below my left collarbone where I fell on a handlebar that's bruising up really nicely. It's fan-freaking-tastic! Now I know that I can fall, and even damage myself, and I'm still going to be okay. The bike-riding needs more work, but CK has lent me a trainer device that holds the back wheel in place so that I can practice balancing and starting off at home, in the hopes that I get the hang of it a little faster. A side note to EP, who doubted my lack of coordination: YES, in fact, I CAN launch myself headfirst over the handlebars, and you weren't there to see it and take pictures! Telling someone that I have a really messed up sense of balance just doesn't do it justice, it has to be seen to be believed.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Long weekend, long post
Wednesday turned to Thursday, and then the weekend began, so here's a recap:
When last I wrote, I was on my way out to drop off a package to a client, and in the process of doing so, my 50% Accurate-Reverse-Sense-of-Direction took over. Although I had a map, and directions from the internet, at a critical moment in the trip, I went left instead of right. At the point of taking the turn, I had a feeling it was wrong, so I called up CK, because: he lives close to where I was, happens to drive everywhere for his job, and to my knowledge has never gotten lost. He talked me to my client's apartment, and then I called him back on the way home to pass the time while driving. Between his cell dying from low battery, and mine conking out as I passed a signaling tower, it was a few calls, but I made it home safe. If there is anything I fear, it's falling asleep while driving and dying in a steaming, smoking, bloody, oily wreck.
I had thought I had made plans to hang out with the comic book guy on Thursday to watch the Wings play, but over the course of a phone call to confirm things, it turned into me feeling like I was inviting myself over and intruding on a night at his house with his friends playing cards. I did end up staying after the others had left, sitting on the couch, waiting for him to return from driving them and reading a magazine. Maybe I should've left when they did, but I stayed to try to figure out why I keep seeing him, when I don't think he's ready to date anyone, and I'm not willing to wait until he is. The biggest clues that it's not going anywhere fast? After more than 2 months of dating, he shows no inclination towards the bedroom (not that I'd go), and I'm still answering my cell phone while we're alone.
Friday night, the debauchery began... well, what amounts to debauchery these days. The lovely and talented Megs and her band, Red Eye Groove performed at the Hamlin Pub in Rochester; an establishment I've gotten to know over the past few months since 7venth Son plays there the odd Thursday and some weekend nights as well. I arrived a little before midnight, as I'd worked a bachelorette party earlier and changed clothes while driving - yet another reason I fear dying in my vehicle, I'm not the brightest crayon in the box sometimes. Megs informed me that not one, but two of her adoring fans had asked her if I'd be there that night, and were pleased when she assured them, multiple times, that I would be. Both of these fine men paid fair amounts of attention to me, and I enjoyed that very much. At the end of the night, another young stud approached the both of us and struck up a conversation about music (give Psyopus a listen if you're grindcore inclined). I wasn't sure what the plan was, so I chatted and smiled, and when Megs came back from talking to the manager and getting the business taken care of, we went to breakfast.
A quick digression: going to breakfast is one of my favorite things to do with a big group of people after a long night of partying. Seeing everyone in the bright lights of a restaurant while you're half-smashed and trying to keep food down and figure out who's going home with who is loads of fun. Anyway, that particular evening, it turned out to be just Megs, myself, and a guy who's asked to see her socially. No big story there, and I drove home alone to unpack my totes and check inventory while inputting orders and taking care of business. I fell asleep at sunrise... just about perfect.
Saturday was Meg's night off from performing this weekend, and the mission was to promote her next show in two weeks at the House of Shamrocks while meeting up with a few friends and possibly find her a boytoy or two. My wardrobe choice for the evening didn't quite pass, so she lent me a nicer tank top and we rolled to the first bar, got there in time to not have to pay cover, carried on a bit, and moved on, because the men there were either old, attached, or not approach-worthy. The next place was a bit more of the same, but Megs is close friends with the lead singer of the band playing there, so we sat around & had a few, flirted with the hunky bartender, and I managed to meet 3 guys who have promised to attend the show in 2 weeks, while Megs got the phone number of a very nicely built man who's name escapes me.
What held my attention most that night was the texting conversation I'd begun with a recent lust interest. He had promised to go to a somewhat underground party in a seedier part of town than Megs was comfortable going to, so I drove her home and promised to call her and let her know I was ok if I went. Heh, "if"... Anyway, I did go, since he'd sent me directions, I parked, paid the exhorbitant cover charge, and walked right in. Here is where a long story would begin, but I'm keeping most of the details to myself. Suffice it to say that we were attached at the face the remainder of the night, and I woke at 9am, fully dressed, on what I was told was a filthy couch in a mostly empty warehouse. This type of thing is why he's quickly becoming known to my friends as the "Adventure Sex" guy.
So that brings me to Sunday, driving home still a bit tired, and got a call from Liz, who needed breakfast and a place to print off some 30 pages of text for a class she has. Not a problem, considering how I love breakfast, and I have a printer just sitting there, already attached to the internet and begging to be used right here in my bedroom. I got showered, dressed, and out the door in a little over an hour and a half, moving slowly because of the accumulated alcohol in my system and no real sense of urgency. No makeup, barely brushed hair, but my Wings jersey was clean, and I was looking forward to seeing that same lust interest again, and his new living quarters that he'd just moved into the day before. A good day began with a western omelette and a quick nap while Liz printed out her reading materials, and I was out the door yet again.
It turns out that the "Adventure Sex" guy will be living in the home of a man who has shared custody of his sons (I'm not actually sure if there are 2 or 3 of them), and is in a nifty section of a suburb pretty close to civilization with lots of places to go and stuff to do. Living there is an improvement from his prior situation, as it includes a larger room and full use of a hottub once it gets delivered. All of this I found out while spending the day over there, and into the evening we watched an awful Dolph Lundgren movie (redundant?), episodes of Reno 911, and Apocalypto. That last flick... holy cow, way disturbing. I'm talking mood killing, stomach churning, I-can't-look horrific. I suppose it was a good film if that's your cup of tea, but, damn, it's hard to get frisky in the dark when there's human sacrifice onscreen.
I woke up around 8am, realizing that James has begun his new job today, and I need to get moving on the way ahead without him. For all the fun that the past few months have been, this next weekend needs to be my last irresponsible jaunt for a while. Steady work, taking care of my son, and a minimum of destructive behavior need to replace the sleep-deprived wild weekends and weekdays spent in bed. After Vegas, anyway... Memorial Day in Vegas... with HoV... it's going to be out of hand.
When last I wrote, I was on my way out to drop off a package to a client, and in the process of doing so, my 50% Accurate-Reverse-Sense-of-Direction took over. Although I had a map, and directions from the internet, at a critical moment in the trip, I went left instead of right. At the point of taking the turn, I had a feeling it was wrong, so I called up CK, because: he lives close to where I was, happens to drive everywhere for his job, and to my knowledge has never gotten lost. He talked me to my client's apartment, and then I called him back on the way home to pass the time while driving. Between his cell dying from low battery, and mine conking out as I passed a signaling tower, it was a few calls, but I made it home safe. If there is anything I fear, it's falling asleep while driving and dying in a steaming, smoking, bloody, oily wreck.
I had thought I had made plans to hang out with the comic book guy on Thursday to watch the Wings play, but over the course of a phone call to confirm things, it turned into me feeling like I was inviting myself over and intruding on a night at his house with his friends playing cards. I did end up staying after the others had left, sitting on the couch, waiting for him to return from driving them and reading a magazine. Maybe I should've left when they did, but I stayed to try to figure out why I keep seeing him, when I don't think he's ready to date anyone, and I'm not willing to wait until he is. The biggest clues that it's not going anywhere fast? After more than 2 months of dating, he shows no inclination towards the bedroom (not that I'd go), and I'm still answering my cell phone while we're alone.
Friday night, the debauchery began... well, what amounts to debauchery these days. The lovely and talented Megs and her band, Red Eye Groove performed at the Hamlin Pub in Rochester; an establishment I've gotten to know over the past few months since 7venth Son plays there the odd Thursday and some weekend nights as well. I arrived a little before midnight, as I'd worked a bachelorette party earlier and changed clothes while driving - yet another reason I fear dying in my vehicle, I'm not the brightest crayon in the box sometimes. Megs informed me that not one, but two of her adoring fans had asked her if I'd be there that night, and were pleased when she assured them, multiple times, that I would be. Both of these fine men paid fair amounts of attention to me, and I enjoyed that very much. At the end of the night, another young stud approached the both of us and struck up a conversation about music (give Psyopus a listen if you're grindcore inclined). I wasn't sure what the plan was, so I chatted and smiled, and when Megs came back from talking to the manager and getting the business taken care of, we went to breakfast.
A quick digression: going to breakfast is one of my favorite things to do with a big group of people after a long night of partying. Seeing everyone in the bright lights of a restaurant while you're half-smashed and trying to keep food down and figure out who's going home with who is loads of fun. Anyway, that particular evening, it turned out to be just Megs, myself, and a guy who's asked to see her socially. No big story there, and I drove home alone to unpack my totes and check inventory while inputting orders and taking care of business. I fell asleep at sunrise... just about perfect.
Saturday was Meg's night off from performing this weekend, and the mission was to promote her next show in two weeks at the House of Shamrocks while meeting up with a few friends and possibly find her a boytoy or two. My wardrobe choice for the evening didn't quite pass, so she lent me a nicer tank top and we rolled to the first bar, got there in time to not have to pay cover, carried on a bit, and moved on, because the men there were either old, attached, or not approach-worthy. The next place was a bit more of the same, but Megs is close friends with the lead singer of the band playing there, so we sat around & had a few, flirted with the hunky bartender, and I managed to meet 3 guys who have promised to attend the show in 2 weeks, while Megs got the phone number of a very nicely built man who's name escapes me.
What held my attention most that night was the texting conversation I'd begun with a recent lust interest. He had promised to go to a somewhat underground party in a seedier part of town than Megs was comfortable going to, so I drove her home and promised to call her and let her know I was ok if I went. Heh, "if"... Anyway, I did go, since he'd sent me directions, I parked, paid the exhorbitant cover charge, and walked right in. Here is where a long story would begin, but I'm keeping most of the details to myself. Suffice it to say that we were attached at the face the remainder of the night, and I woke at 9am, fully dressed, on what I was told was a filthy couch in a mostly empty warehouse. This type of thing is why he's quickly becoming known to my friends as the "Adventure Sex" guy.
So that brings me to Sunday, driving home still a bit tired, and got a call from Liz, who needed breakfast and a place to print off some 30 pages of text for a class she has. Not a problem, considering how I love breakfast, and I have a printer just sitting there, already attached to the internet and begging to be used right here in my bedroom. I got showered, dressed, and out the door in a little over an hour and a half, moving slowly because of the accumulated alcohol in my system and no real sense of urgency. No makeup, barely brushed hair, but my Wings jersey was clean, and I was looking forward to seeing that same lust interest again, and his new living quarters that he'd just moved into the day before. A good day began with a western omelette and a quick nap while Liz printed out her reading materials, and I was out the door yet again.
It turns out that the "Adventure Sex" guy will be living in the home of a man who has shared custody of his sons (I'm not actually sure if there are 2 or 3 of them), and is in a nifty section of a suburb pretty close to civilization with lots of places to go and stuff to do. Living there is an improvement from his prior situation, as it includes a larger room and full use of a hottub once it gets delivered. All of this I found out while spending the day over there, and into the evening we watched an awful Dolph Lundgren movie (redundant?), episodes of Reno 911, and Apocalypto. That last flick... holy cow, way disturbing. I'm talking mood killing, stomach churning, I-can't-look horrific. I suppose it was a good film if that's your cup of tea, but, damn, it's hard to get frisky in the dark when there's human sacrifice onscreen.
I woke up around 8am, realizing that James has begun his new job today, and I need to get moving on the way ahead without him. For all the fun that the past few months have been, this next weekend needs to be my last irresponsible jaunt for a while. Steady work, taking care of my son, and a minimum of destructive behavior need to replace the sleep-deprived wild weekends and weekdays spent in bed. After Vegas, anyway... Memorial Day in Vegas... with HoV... it's going to be out of hand.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Snooping and Peeking
Recent personal events have gotten me thinking about how to figure out what a person is like when you have relatively little time to do so. Which would be easier: to ask, and hope that the answers that you get are open, honest and unrehearsed? OR to snoop through a person's book, music, and movie collections to see what stimulates their mind? The internet encourages us to post our "favorites" on every profile page that we fill out. Is this a subtle, sneaky way to reveal more about our psyches than we ordinarily would, or is it just a ploy to figure out what we'll buy next? It seems I'm generating more questions than answers. What a person chooses to let into their eyes and ears indicates as much about their personality as what they choose to wear, drive, or otherwise consume.
Today was supposed to be my first bike-riding lesson, but CK called yesterday to let me know that he's got an opportunity to play softball on a league this summer, and since they have a game today, would it be alright to reschedule? I was looking forward to finally getting this together, but since I hadn't bought a helmet yet, it was not a huge deal to acquiesce. At the time he called, I was driving, didn't have my calendar with me, and was really unprepared to talk to him for whatever reason. The weather yesterday was crappy as heck, rainy led to stormy, so I'm not sure the ground conditions would be optimal for this adventure anyway. It's possible that we'll be getting it all together on Sunday, depending on coordination of priorities and schedules.
Today was supposed to be my first bike-riding lesson, but CK called yesterday to let me know that he's got an opportunity to play softball on a league this summer, and since they have a game today, would it be alright to reschedule? I was looking forward to finally getting this together, but since I hadn't bought a helmet yet, it was not a huge deal to acquiesce. At the time he called, I was driving, didn't have my calendar with me, and was really unprepared to talk to him for whatever reason. The weather yesterday was crappy as heck, rainy led to stormy, so I'm not sure the ground conditions would be optimal for this adventure anyway. It's possible that we'll be getting it all together on Sunday, depending on coordination of priorities and schedules.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
I got a card!
Happy Mother's Day to me! When I got home today, around 1pm or so, my son greeted me at the door in his pj's and gave me the biggest smile and a very cute card... I love my kid, and he's being so cute today, I can barely sneak away to post. Days like this are so neat, I'm hoping they continue for a good, long time.
The reason I got home so late is that I spent the night over MK's. She's a doll, the very talented lead singer of Red Eye Groove, and when she says, "Make yourself at home", she actually means it... within an hour of being at her place, I'd made friends with her two very adorable cats, eaten a sandwich, snooped through her cds, dvds, and fridge, and changed to go out to the bar! She drove to the place that 7venth Son was playing, wearing the cutest red tank top with a black jacket that I so covet but looks so good on her. Me, I wore the uniform, brown pleated button-down shirt, denim skirt, and brown suede boots - one guy paid me what I'm taking as a compliment when he said, "You brought your A-game tonight!" There were a few guys around us all night, a friend of MK's brought a friend with him, so there was a pair to flirt & dance with, a guy named Pat that's somehow associated with the band, and a couple more randoms that were in and out of the area. I gave my number to the one guy, who is, apparently, MISSING A FINGER!!! How could I dance with a guy and not notice that? He & MK's friend invited us to "go Krogering", which involves the girls riding in shopping carts, pulling food off of the shelves at random, the guys pay for the ingredients & cook whatever makes it into the carts. I thought to myself, sure, it's an adventure, I'll go! But as the night progressed, I began to see what a completely bad idea that could turn out to be... I mean, I've seen Jackass, I know what happens to people who ride in shopping carts!
Instead, we stayed until the bar staff got ornery and threw us out, then went to breakfast with the band - minus R&L, who went home to the kiddos, she's going to call me to set up a couples party, should be a hoot!
Speaking of which, I need to work on my business stuff today and tomorrow hardcore - I'm making money, I just need to keep it rolling in, and it will. I've set up Wednesday for the biking lesson, I'll pick up the cooler from Sammy's birthday party then too. The rest of the next two weeks I have to get all my stuff together for Vegas, that's going to be such a fun trip, I can't wait!
The reason I got home so late is that I spent the night over MK's. She's a doll, the very talented lead singer of Red Eye Groove, and when she says, "Make yourself at home", she actually means it... within an hour of being at her place, I'd made friends with her two very adorable cats, eaten a sandwich, snooped through her cds, dvds, and fridge, and changed to go out to the bar! She drove to the place that 7venth Son was playing, wearing the cutest red tank top with a black jacket that I so covet but looks so good on her. Me, I wore the uniform, brown pleated button-down shirt, denim skirt, and brown suede boots - one guy paid me what I'm taking as a compliment when he said, "You brought your A-game tonight!" There were a few guys around us all night, a friend of MK's brought a friend with him, so there was a pair to flirt & dance with, a guy named Pat that's somehow associated with the band, and a couple more randoms that were in and out of the area. I gave my number to the one guy, who is, apparently, MISSING A FINGER!!! How could I dance with a guy and not notice that? He & MK's friend invited us to "go Krogering", which involves the girls riding in shopping carts, pulling food off of the shelves at random, the guys pay for the ingredients & cook whatever makes it into the carts. I thought to myself, sure, it's an adventure, I'll go! But as the night progressed, I began to see what a completely bad idea that could turn out to be... I mean, I've seen Jackass, I know what happens to people who ride in shopping carts!
Instead, we stayed until the bar staff got ornery and threw us out, then went to breakfast with the band - minus R&L, who went home to the kiddos, she's going to call me to set up a couples party, should be a hoot!
Speaking of which, I need to work on my business stuff today and tomorrow hardcore - I'm making money, I just need to keep it rolling in, and it will. I've set up Wednesday for the biking lesson, I'll pick up the cooler from Sammy's birthday party then too. The rest of the next two weeks I have to get all my stuff together for Vegas, that's going to be such a fun trip, I can't wait!
Friday, May 11, 2007
Spiderman 3 & Happy Birthday Tia!
What a waste! At least I didn't pay for the ticket, comic boy did, and we both talked through the last half hour of it, solid. Not only did it depart from the comic books in such a way as to ruin a major character and storyline for future movies, it was... boring. Since this franchise has brought in shit-tons of money, I'm sure there will be more movies planned, but I shudder to think what they'll be about. It's no wonder there's a rumor that Kirsten Dunst is refusing to do any more sequels.
In other news, today was the vivacious Stephanie's birthday, so we went out to dinner at Red Lobster, with the fabulous Sherri and the beguiling Roberta. Mmmm, crab claws rock, and I have leftovers for lunch tomorrow, yay!
In other news, today was the vivacious Stephanie's birthday, so we went out to dinner at Red Lobster, with the fabulous Sherri and the beguiling Roberta. Mmmm, crab claws rock, and I have leftovers for lunch tomorrow, yay!
Monday, May 07, 2007
Cinco de Mayo and Adventure Sex
I'm combining what were going to be 2 different entries because they now make more sense together than apart, kind of like Penn & Teller.
Last Saturday was May 5th, and it's celebrated in Mexico as Cindo de Mayo, a somewhat important national holiday. In several cities in the US, it's treated like the Mexican St. Patrick's Day; that is, as an excuse to drink & to have sex with strangers.
It was also JF's birthday, and since I've been trying to get over that particular heartbreak, I was happy to enjoy the festivities out at a local bar. Even better, an excellent band was playing that doesn't play together all the time, and I'm acquainted with the keyboard player. So, I showered/dressed/drove out there, found a seat at the bar, ordered a shot of tequila and a Coke and watched a little hockey while waiting for the show. Sitting to my left were a couple of average looking guys enjoying the game and waiting for the band. After my second shot of tequila, approximately an hour after I'd sat down, the man seated closest to me began talking to me, offering me a "cheers!" for being able to drink the shots without the silly salt&lemon ceremony. We talked & flirted for a while, listened to the band, and people-watched. He was probably about 15 minutes away from giving me his phone number when the band took a break. Well, not the whole band, just S., the previously mentioned keyboard player.
So, the bar guy goes to the men's room, but by the time he gets back, S. is sitting in his seat, my legs are in his lap, and his tongue is in my throat. Bad behavior on my part, but it gets worse. Earlier, while people-watching, we'd noticed a group of 4 people standing in front of the stage, and by now, one of the girls had come up and introduced herself to me, so when S. went back to up to play, she sat down on the empty stool and began over-sharing about her life. Long, drunken story short, me & S. were invited over to her neighbors house to party in the hottub. What's weird is that we went, but then it got even weirder.
The house with the hottub isn't far from the bar, so S. drives, and when we get there, it's not a party as I was led to believe, it's just the girl who invited me, and the homeowner, who's wife is passed out drunk in the next room. The homeowner, it turns out, has a new stash of Hawaiian, which I pass on in theory, but it's quite possible that all the smoke that was being blown into my face made me feel quite nice. Nice enough to strip down and get into the hottub with S., while the other two went out onto the front porch... and back in the house, and back out, and back in... it seems that they'd never done anything like that before, and didn't know how to handle it.
After about 8 minutes of weirdness, we got out, got dressed & went back to his place. Where we arrived to see 2 fire trucks putting out a car-becue 5 or 6 doors down. Going with the freakiness that was that evening, we made out in the car while the lights flashed on the firetrucks, lighting up the parking lot and the inside of the car, then got out to take a closer look. We walked past the badly burned car, across a couple lawns, go inside, commenced with more messing around on the couch, moved to his room, etc, etc. So, an interesting evening, Viva Cinco de Mayo!
Last Saturday was May 5th, and it's celebrated in Mexico as Cindo de Mayo, a somewhat important national holiday. In several cities in the US, it's treated like the Mexican St. Patrick's Day; that is, as an excuse to drink & to have sex with strangers.
It was also JF's birthday, and since I've been trying to get over that particular heartbreak, I was happy to enjoy the festivities out at a local bar. Even better, an excellent band was playing that doesn't play together all the time, and I'm acquainted with the keyboard player. So, I showered/dressed/drove out there, found a seat at the bar, ordered a shot of tequila and a Coke and watched a little hockey while waiting for the show. Sitting to my left were a couple of average looking guys enjoying the game and waiting for the band. After my second shot of tequila, approximately an hour after I'd sat down, the man seated closest to me began talking to me, offering me a "cheers!" for being able to drink the shots without the silly salt&lemon ceremony. We talked & flirted for a while, listened to the band, and people-watched. He was probably about 15 minutes away from giving me his phone number when the band took a break. Well, not the whole band, just S., the previously mentioned keyboard player.
So, the bar guy goes to the men's room, but by the time he gets back, S. is sitting in his seat, my legs are in his lap, and his tongue is in my throat. Bad behavior on my part, but it gets worse. Earlier, while people-watching, we'd noticed a group of 4 people standing in front of the stage, and by now, one of the girls had come up and introduced herself to me, so when S. went back to up to play, she sat down on the empty stool and began over-sharing about her life. Long, drunken story short, me & S. were invited over to her neighbors house to party in the hottub. What's weird is that we went, but then it got even weirder.
The house with the hottub isn't far from the bar, so S. drives, and when we get there, it's not a party as I was led to believe, it's just the girl who invited me, and the homeowner, who's wife is passed out drunk in the next room. The homeowner, it turns out, has a new stash of Hawaiian, which I pass on in theory, but it's quite possible that all the smoke that was being blown into my face made me feel quite nice. Nice enough to strip down and get into the hottub with S., while the other two went out onto the front porch... and back in the house, and back out, and back in... it seems that they'd never done anything like that before, and didn't know how to handle it.
After about 8 minutes of weirdness, we got out, got dressed & went back to his place. Where we arrived to see 2 fire trucks putting out a car-becue 5 or 6 doors down. Going with the freakiness that was that evening, we made out in the car while the lights flashed on the firetrucks, lighting up the parking lot and the inside of the car, then got out to take a closer look. We walked past the badly burned car, across a couple lawns, go inside, commenced with more messing around on the couch, moved to his room, etc, etc. So, an interesting evening, Viva Cinco de Mayo!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Are you sick of stolen surveys yet?
Another one, copied from a friend I've never met on myspace
So far this year:
You had a gf/bf? apparently
Have you had your birthday? nope
Been to church?: nope
Cried yet?: nope
Pulled an all nighter? yes
Drank starbucks? yes
Gone shopping?: yes
Gone to the movies?: yes
Been to the beach?: nope
Bought something over 200 dollars? technically
Been out of your home state?: yes
Gone snowboarding/skiing?: nope
Kissed someone? yes
Slept in a friend's bed? yes
Snuck someone over? haven't had to
Snuck out of your own house?: nope
Got in a car?: yes
Gone over your cell phone bill?: yes
Been called a bitch?: yes
Drove somewhere?: yes
Done something you regret? nope
What / when was the last:
Person you hugged: Mr. Pants Hat
Person to call you?: Stephanie
Last time you took a shower?: yesterday
When was the last time you felt stupid?: dunno
When was the last time you walked/ran over a mile?: at the gym
Who was the last person that made you cry?: no one
Who was the last person you watched a movie with? in the theater - Steve
Who was the last person you danced with?: Mr. Pants Hat
Who makes you smile most?: Mr. Pants Hat
What are you listening to right now? Mr. Pants Hat
So far this year:
You had a gf/bf? apparently
Have you had your birthday? nope
Been to church?: nope
Cried yet?: nope
Pulled an all nighter? yes
Drank starbucks? yes
Gone shopping?: yes
Gone to the movies?: yes
Been to the beach?: nope
Bought something over 200 dollars? technically
Been out of your home state?: yes
Gone snowboarding/skiing?: nope
Kissed someone? yes
Slept in a friend's bed? yes
Snuck someone over? haven't had to
Snuck out of your own house?: nope
Got in a car?: yes
Gone over your cell phone bill?: yes
Been called a bitch?: yes
Drove somewhere?: yes
Done something you regret? nope
What / when was the last:
Person you hugged: Mr. Pants Hat
Person to call you?: Stephanie
Last time you took a shower?: yesterday
When was the last time you felt stupid?: dunno
When was the last time you walked/ran over a mile?: at the gym
Who was the last person that made you cry?: no one
Who was the last person you watched a movie with? in the theater - Steve
Who was the last person you danced with?: Mr. Pants Hat
Who makes you smile most?: Mr. Pants Hat
What are you listening to right now? Mr. Pants Hat
Stolen survey - again, because I'm lazy
Apparently, the person I stole it from erased a few of the questions, and I don't feel like adding in more of my own.
1. Who was your best friend? Had a couple good ones, no real "best" one
2. What sports did you play? none
3. What kind of car did you drive? didn't, I bummed rides off of everyone who had a car
4. Its Friday night, where were you? only place with any consistency was working at Kowloon or getting busted for being at a party I wasn't supposed to be at
5. Were you a party animal? not that kind of animal
6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? nope
8. Were you a nerd? possibly
9. Did you get suspended/expelled? nope
10. Can you sing the fight song? Come on ye Fordson, dear maize & blue, come on ye Fordson High
(Yes, seriously, those are the first two lines... our mascot was the Fordson Tractors, and at pep rallys, we were encouraged to scream, "Oil Job!"... you can guess what that got turned into
11. Who were your favorite teachers? the ones who passed me without making me do a lot of work
12. Where did you sit during lunch? with friends
13. What was your school's full name? Fordson Senior High School
14. School mascot? Tractor
15. Did you go to Prom? nope, and as a consequence, neither did the guy I was dating, and that was a really mean thing to do
16. If you could go back and do it over, would you? nope
17. What do you remember most about graduation?
having to do it later the next year because I'd been in the hospital
18. What was your favorite class? whichever ones I could sleep through and pass anyway
19. Where were you on senior skip day? at home watching Comedy Central
20. Did you have a job your senior year? carryout at Kowloon
21. Where did you go most often for lunch? cafeteria
22. Were you voted for any personality? we didn't have voting, and i'm not sure i had a personality - although I did have a reputation
23. Have you gained weight since then? gained / lost
24. What did you do after graduation? went out to dinner, then home & slept
26. Who was your senior prom date? didn't we already cover this question?
27. Are you going to your 10-year reunion? already passed
28. Who was your homeroom teacher? um... i remember I had Mr. Zimmerman for 1st hour creative writing
29. Where did you live your senior year? at home
1. Who was your best friend? Had a couple good ones, no real "best" one
2. What sports did you play? none
3. What kind of car did you drive? didn't, I bummed rides off of everyone who had a car
4. Its Friday night, where were you? only place with any consistency was working at Kowloon or getting busted for being at a party I wasn't supposed to be at
5. Were you a party animal? not that kind of animal
6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? nope
8. Were you a nerd? possibly
9. Did you get suspended/expelled? nope
10. Can you sing the fight song? Come on ye Fordson, dear maize & blue, come on ye Fordson High
(Yes, seriously, those are the first two lines... our mascot was the Fordson Tractors, and at pep rallys, we were encouraged to scream, "Oil Job!"... you can guess what that got turned into
11. Who were your favorite teachers? the ones who passed me without making me do a lot of work
12. Where did you sit during lunch? with friends
13. What was your school's full name? Fordson Senior High School
14. School mascot? Tractor
15. Did you go to Prom? nope, and as a consequence, neither did the guy I was dating, and that was a really mean thing to do
16. If you could go back and do it over, would you? nope
17. What do you remember most about graduation?
having to do it later the next year because I'd been in the hospital
18. What was your favorite class? whichever ones I could sleep through and pass anyway
19. Where were you on senior skip day? at home watching Comedy Central
20. Did you have a job your senior year? carryout at Kowloon
21. Where did you go most often for lunch? cafeteria
22. Were you voted for any personality? we didn't have voting, and i'm not sure i had a personality - although I did have a reputation
23. Have you gained weight since then? gained / lost
24. What did you do after graduation? went out to dinner, then home & slept
26. Who was your senior prom date? didn't we already cover this question?
27. Are you going to your 10-year reunion? already passed
28. Who was your homeroom teacher? um... i remember I had Mr. Zimmerman for 1st hour creative writing
29. Where did you live your senior year? at home
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