Job ~ma forTCG

Pointing upwards ^^ at what omnis said.

quester, that would freak me right the fuck out.

Yeah, no kidding!

quester, that would freak me right the fuck out.

Well, not as much as I loathe....

Well, not as much as I loathe....

Or "We need blood."

Thanks guys, now I'm afraid of my bathroom mirror!

I can always count on you.

Job~ma for TCG, and no creepy bathroom mirrors for Quester.

In continued long-day news, the additional 2.5 hours of driving involved in picking up the pup from the spay on the other side of the city meant that I am missing out on a Club 33 reservation that a friend of a friend for for ND, Chloe and me as a very special treat. Am sad. We will have to pay for my meal regardless, which is even sadder.

Also, I have a 6AM flight tomorrow to go home for my 20th high school reunion and I am so completely unprepared. I tried to reschedule my flights on either side to give me a little room to breathe, but I used award miles, and there's nothing.

Sorry, don't mean to whine. On a positive note, the pup has been spayed and is safely home, and I'm taking a half an hour to get a pedicure before tackling packing.

So I was reading my college alumni magazine, scanning for names I knew. Got to the brief notes, saw the name of a woman I knew, paired with another name. I said out loud, "Good god, you married him?" The next name down was another name I knew, from the radio station I worked at. Again, out loud, "Did I sleep with him?" It took a few minutes to clarify the face in my mind and say, "Oh. No, I didn't." I amused myself. I wonder if alumni associations put together stalker databases to collate all the announcements people send in so slackers like me can do a search for old news. And now I'm tempted to think of something to report so maybe someone else can say, "Did I sleep with her?"

I got almost NO play in college. Slept with two people, no boyfriends, one one-night drunken stand.

What the HELL was I thinking?

Oh, yeah. Flannel. Lots of flannel and everything I wore was 4 sizes too big. 90's clothes sucked, but the music and drugs were AWESOME!

Hypothetical drugs. Alleged.

I dunno if I ever told this story here, but when the SO first saw me (yes, across a crowded room) he then went and threatened the entire freshman floor not to hit on me. I didn't know why I was doing so badly. And then I finally got asked out by a junior, who apparently the SO hadn't gotten to.

I and my roommate, otoh, negotiated it out in girl code to figure out which of us was going to pursue him.

You will note in this story, that the SO does not then go on to actually ask me out. In fact it's some time later before we run into each other and I tell him, "Hey, we don't get to see each other much." And he goes, "Yeah, I know." And then I say, "Really, not much at all." And he goes, "Uh-huh." And I say (as I club him over the head and drag him back to my cave) "We should do something about that." And he says, "Oh, yeah, right! What's your number?"

Heh.

No drugs for me, though I would occasionally pass the joint further down the line when it got to me at parties. I had to put up with the occasional drink and sex and music. Ah, the early 80s were good.