Sunday Sunday

OK, I need a break from working. So a blog-i-nastion break. I learned the fine art of procrastination from honeychild in college, and still aspire to her greatness.

Had an interesting drive in to downtown yesterday evening. Mind you, it's a 34 mile drive that is usually uneventful. This time there was the cop who did not take off after the rice-rocket that blew by us at 100+ when we were going about 70-75. Then there was the couch on the side of the elevated freeway with a guy sitting in it. Frightening was the car I passed and heard their stereo over mine - at 80 - and mine was up loud enough to be vibrating the mirrors with the bass. Sheesh. I guess he's a real man, with bass like that an a resonator on the exhaust of his little pickup. Frustrating was the Camero with spinning rims behind me desperately trying to get me to go faster on the 59-10 ramp: Look honey, this little english cottage may haul ass on the freeway and claw like a cheetah in heat when you floor it in the rain, but it's not designed to withstand g-forces that will flatten your nipples. Got it? Good.

Anyway. Went to dinner with the Pink Posse last night. It was weird. Some kind of he-said-she-said bullshit going on. Ugh. I think I know what part of it is, and believe me you don't want to know. One of them and I are now the "kick the shithead out" poster children, and I think there's suspicion and resentment growing amongst the extended posse of significant others. Maybe it will all be fixed when I get back from my trip, though I am turning right around and going to NOLA with SHG to see G-hopper and D two days later, so I will not see anybody until like 6 or 7 July. Currently accepting applications for low-drama friends. I mean we all have our moments, but don't set your life up so it's always running. [insert jazz-hands here, sorry if that is too gay of me]

Something really weird happened at the end of dinner. We had these tofu + other stuff fried spring roll things. Somebody said something about you could not taste the mushrooms in them. MUSHROOMS!!!??? Everybody knows I am deathly allergic to mushrooms! I did not see mushrooms on the ingredients, did not see any hiding in there... but he's convinced there were mushrooms and I starting wondering "why am I not sick yet? i should go throw up", and must have turned ashen because somebody else got the waiter to confirm no shrooms in the tofu. Phew. Then I see the look in the one who started its eyes, like he really meant to fuck with me. Not cool. Not cool at all. What goes around comes around sweetheart.

Met up with SHG and all was better. Had too much Heinekin. Was wearing my kilt, and was accosted by a very nice by very weird little (and I mean LITTLE) man wearing one he had made himself since the last time I wore it out, last weekend! Wow! Talented! But strange. He had not figured out how to cut it so his wee-wee did not poke out...or maybe that was the point.

Got home at 4:30 AM...ummm, I was supposed to be home at midnight, oops. Well, who needs sleep? Up early and been working since. Gonna see SHG in a while before I leave on my N. American journey. Gonna miss him and the pups and the kitties. Fortunately, have a sitter for the animals, and R will take him for sushi (yelch, imagine my screwed-up face here) and two-steppin'.

OK, back to work! [insert whip-cracking sound here]