Friday Happy Hours

So Friday I took a half-day off work to go downtown to see these handsome bears.

The bear on the left is Shawn from San Diego.  He comments on our blogs, but does not have a blog of his own (quelle dommage).  He bought me 3 Grey Goose cosmos (!).

The bear on the right is Raymond, a friend of Shawn's AND Sassybear AND Blair (and dog knows who else).  Raymond is from Washington DC.

A good time was had by all; we drank and talked and laughed and drank and ate and talked and drank.

Let me tell all y'all I was feeling no pain by 7p.  The bears walked me across the street to my commuter rail station and then they took off for Independence Hall 6 blocks east.

Today they headed home to their respective husbands and furkids.

Thanks, Shawn and Raymond, for a VERY fun afternoon!  Beats slogging away at the office any time!  Let's do it again!

(Jealous countdown by my boyfriends in 3...2...1...)

So that my spouse did not feel left out, I brought home an 8" x 8" pineapple cheesecake from the famous and fabulous Termini's.

Saturday Night Dance Party!

This is how I am feeling right now.

Dance like no one's watching.

Sing like no one's listening.

"I'm Gonna Get You" - you know it!  Some hawt dudes in this video too!

Brain Puke II

Lots o shit swirling around in the toilet bowl that is my brain.  Let's capture some of it here.

Mittens Romney - please, for the love of all that's holy, STFU RIGHT NOW!

I have had the house windows open for 2 weeks now and it feels great!  No air conditioner running, no heat on, electric/gas savings galore!

Why do people assume women like children?  I don't; I cannot stand the little bastards!

I have the nicest buncha boyfriends a girl could EVAH want!

I am retaining water like a mofo today.  UGH!

I think my baseball season will not last past October 1.  Dammit!

I think the next house project may be a new roof.

First day of autumn; my fave season; my sedum and crape myrtle are still blooming and spouse is still getting tomatoes and peppers.

Fall allergies are killing my eyes and nose!

I have met these guys and these guys this year; on Friday, I get to meet this guy!  He's in my hometown for a meeting, and has promised to buy me a drinky-poo.  Incriminating evidence to follow.

Spouse's new battery-operated lawn mower is so damn quiet, I can hardly hear it running!

Why do some women still act like they are in high school?  Grow up already; as Prince sang, "Act your age, not your shoe size!"

Why the hell is fish so expensive?

I had a coconut pineapple banana smoothie for lunch today; it was missing some rum...

Why do guys like to bang the weights down and grunt loudly when they finish a rep at the gym?  Not only is it bad form, but who are they trying to impress?

Justin Bieber can go to hell.

Kim Kardashian's moment of fame was up 20 years ago.

Paris Hilton, you are so DEAD to the gay community.

The Chick-Fil-A-Hole CEO says nothing has changed in regards to his giving to hate groups.  And nothing has changed in regards to my eating there either.  Suck it, Dan Cathy!

A new hospital opened up in my neighborhood today; I hope I don't have to see the inside of it for a VERY long time.

I detest the sound of leaf blowers.

Some stores have Halloween, Thanksgiving, AND winter holiday shit displays in their windows.  Kill me now.

I am also hearing commercials on spouse's fave radio station for a winter holiday concert.  Kill me again.

Why did spouse just get mail addressed to his nephew's parents?  They live three hours from here...

I have to go to a wedding in two weeks; one of spouse's cousins is getting married.  I don't really care.  I don't know these people and I hate making small talk.

My driveway is covered in brown crunchy oak tree leaves.  And acorns.

The wind chimes outside my kitchen door are making nice music in the breeze today.

I wish my boss were still giving us 1/2 day Fridays.

I wish Mondays did not exist.  PERIOD.

Saturday Night Dance Party!

 

This is how I am feeling right now.

Dance like no one's watching.

Sing like no one's listening.

"Dancing With Myself" - haven't we ALL done this?  :-)

The Lost Weekend

So Friday I went from Philly to DC to see these guys.

Here's what they look like, in case you have forgotten, or have been living under a rock or something:

After they picked me up at a local metro station (see Blobby, we know the correct term), we went out for lunch, then came back and crashed at their apartment for several hours.  We had Chinese food for dinner.  Cubby made a pound cake all by himself (using my recipe):

and we topped it with fresh strawberries for dessert.  We also consumed cosmos and watched "Polyester"; OMFG, the acting (if you can call it that), the storyline, the "scratch-n-sniff" card - campy fun!  RIP, Divine!  It was late in the evening when they drove me to my hotel (aka the sooper seekret bunker).

Saturday - off to the gayborhood!  (sings it's a beautiful day in the gayborhood, a beautiful day for a gaybor...).  Brunch and bookstores and embassy architecture perusing.  There may or may not have been some gawking at hawt menz.  Unfortunately, I didn't see anything I liked.  Then a trip on the metro to Eastern Market, a combo farmers/flea market and bazaar.  Greg purchased some handmade peppermint soap.  Cubby decided he would cook dinner for us, so off to the supermarket and liquor store before returning to their apartment.  Cubby has the incriminating evidence of how drunk we were on cosmos.  Greg, bless his heart, remained sober so that he could drive me back to the bunker.  Oh yeah, and we drunk-called Kelly and Sassybear.

Today was go home day for me, so I bought the boys a good breakfast.  They accompanied me to the Amtrak train station, then left me to the wolves to go exploring the monuments (Jefferson, Lincoln, FDR, MLK).

I had a wonderful time with Cubby and Greg!  Thank for the memories!  Smooches!

Saturday Night Dance Party!

   

This is how I am feeling right now.

Dance like no one's watching.

Sing like no one's listening.

"Born To Be Alive" - you know it!

Currently in a sooper seekret bunker location in washington dc visiting this dude and his sexay hubby.  RAWR!

Saturday Night Dance Party!

This is how I am feeling right now.

Dance like no one's watching.

Sing like no one's listening.

"I'll Tumble 4 Ya" - you know it!

Heard this song this morning and just KNEW it would go here!  Culture Club rules!  For the record, I like Mikey, the bass player!