OMG. So I had seen that there was supposedly this dyke night at a gay bar way up north of here (about 45 minutes north, near the Naval base). Got a friend to go with me, and we headed up. Thought it might be kinda sketch, or empty, but maybe there would be hot suburban/country dykes that we don't know?
...turns out it was old ladies. Like, literally. As in, when we left there and decided to go get IHOP because what the hell, some of them walked into IHOP...and ordered senior specials. And were talking about roadtripping in a 15 passenger van...during the bicentennial. OMG.
At least we felt massively hot. But we would've appreciated unattainable eyecandy better, I think.
I just read another whole book. I think I'm avoiding something but I'm not sure what. Being overwhelmed, I think, by Mardi Gras and needing to find roommates and being broke and dirty dishes and my feelings about D and my chronic pain and moving the last week of this month and my parents coming the first week of March and all my volunteer friends coming the week after that... oh. Okay, that's kind of a lot now that I type it all out. Hmm. I think I need help formulating a plan.
I'll think about it tomorrow. As dog is my witness.
meara, that is kind of funny but I'm sorry the night wasn't what you were hoping for.
That is quite a lot on your plate, smonster. I think you can make a plan and enjoy the festivities the next few days. Reading a book is likely what your body and mind needed as prep.
I just know there is discussion today among the old lady dykes about the hot young meara they admired last night.
{{Nora}} Roadrash sucks. I went down on my butt in the Home Depot parking lot a couple days ago. More embarrassing than anything else.
Yeah, I was at Endymion further up Canal. It was great until the stupid giant float couldn't make the turn and caused a 20 minute delay.
I just know there is discussion today among the old lady dykes about the hot young meara they admired last night.
Hee! Totally.
Nora! I forgot to comment on your fall. I am so sorry, but glad you weren't badly hurt.
I emailed D last night to ask for his help in making plans. He seems to make them and change them effortlessly. It's amazing to me.
I've started doing some dishes, which makes me feel better. Not sure if I'm going to make it to parades or not. My hip is really hurting, still, and I think riding my bike is making it worse.
OMG, if you want to hear D talk, he's hosting the paradecam RIGHT NOW. [link]
Nora, I hope you aren't too sore from your fall.
I need to get my former college (that I did not graduate from) to stop sending me mailings. I have called several times, but to no success. I get one of these seemingly harmless postcards, and, without fail, a few nights later I will wake up from an anxiety dream in which my jaw has been clenched so tightly that I ended up with a headache for the rest of the day and with my heart racing.
I give my college the "nothing much" they gave me.
Mike Love can suck it.
sj, send them a change of address form! That's what I did, to route their mail back to my mom's house. It worked for a few years, then they found me again.
