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Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Just now got logged in again. Freaking spotty internet service. No more booze. Am sober again. I also have a seat (had been on standby). The plane just landed and is offloading. So things look like we should make the 10:55 takeoff.
I called home to see if anyone would pick me up at 12:30 in the morning and the answer was no. I have no cash, but STBX is going to leave me money by the front door - hopefully the cabbie will be ok with that.
Hmm. I can't tell if I like the facial hair picture of Victor better because of the facial hair, or because of the glasses....it's a TRICK!! But I vote facial hair.
GILF's grandchild has reached the adorable laughing age (uh...eight or nine months old?). SO CUTE. Loves to laugh at everything. Much fun to play with. (Was at birthday party for the daughter).
It's on meeting the girl on Thursday. Let's pray I don't spazz.
Boarding group 1.
I'm in group 4.
Oh joy.
Oh joy.
A's won, avoiding a sweep by the Angels on a walkoff grand slam by Ellis. Be of good cheer.
(And if you become a Rockies fan, I will probably disinherit you. Also, Matilda wore the A's jacket all day again, even with her PJs.)
Oh crap, Suzi. I'm so sorry that you've been stuck at the airport this whole time. Muchly sucky.
We got a little lost by exiting the 101 early but we did finally make it down to Pier 39 (Lee and Suz know this already since I was calling them for assistance). Mike had never been and wanted to hit Pier Market for dinner, which was very tasty, actually. Then we watched the sea lions gripe at each other for a minute before getting back in the car and heading to Hollister. Good day.
You know what's the problem with being an expert on something really obscure? No one gets your analogies.
As part of my resolve to keep the kitchen clean even if the rest of the house is messy chaos (with the goal of gradually increasing the amount of house that's respectably clean to the point we can actually, like, invite people over), I've dubbed the edge of the tiled-off kitchen section of our open-plan living area the Lines of Torres Vedras.
I know exactly four people who would understand the reference without recourse to Google or Wikipedia.
Suzi, I'm glad you were able to get on the later flight. Best of luck getting home.
My body is refusing to let me sleep in this hot weather, even with the fan right on me.
Victor, you are really rocking that beard! It really suits you. It gets my vote. But I say this as a dude with a goatee that, if shaved off, would feel like a phantom limb.