looking at my social calendar, it appears i am obliged to drink every night this week. it's only wednesday and let me tell you, getting tipsy every night seriously starts to suck after a while. esp drinking and eating out every night; it wears your body out, in addition to broadening the body out(wards). ugh.
last weekend i attended an annual bond party in SOMA. yeah, it's quite a geeky theme but everyone had a good time, especially me considering i started drinking at 6PM, BEFORE even heading to the party. throw in pink fans, wigs and we geeks/dorks are unstoppable /snarf!/
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S frigging amazing...
UPDATE: whoa!!!! how drunk was i last night to not only post a terrible pic of imogen but mispelled her name as well?
oh well. it was an amazing show, one of the best i've been to in recent years.
I got a message from The Canadian congratulating me on my promotion. That's sweet.
And I dedicate this Lady GaGa song to you asshole. This song summarizes our relationship.
This weekend He and I are taking our first trip together. We're going to San Fransisco to visit His best friend. He considers His best friend His family; He's not close to His mother or sister. I'm very excited to see the city that He loves. Hopefully I can get over this cold by then.
I was thinking the other day how relieved I am in a way to not have to date anymore. Technically I stopped serial dating two years ago, but I'm so glad to not have to go through all that nonsense. Like this Improv Dating Scene event, or all the Meetup events I signed up for last year. Who needs 'em!?
My advise after all my dating adventures - don't do it.
Forget the sites, speed dating, cruises. It might work for a select few, but the averages don't measure up. Go out and enjoy your single life. Enjoy pure, true freedom with yourself. A relationship, even though it can be wonderfully, wonderful, is also another form of baggage.
Release yourselves!
My humble and sincere thanks to all veterans who have served to keep my country and my liberties safe. My heart goes out to all of you, especially to those who have made serious sacrifices. While I go about my daily business and snuggle down safe and sound in my bed, many of you are guarding a wall, battling with the enemy, or rescuing people off rooftops during a natural disaster. Some of you are tipping your last-call glasses of beer down in the halls of the American Legion or the Veterans of Foreign Wars. Your time of service has passed, yet a part of you lives always in the men and women who now serve. Some of you are praying, alone or in groups, that all sons and daughters, wives and husbands, brothers and sisters, and parents are home by the next Veterans Day. You know He can grant your prayers, but it's unlikely given the evil in the world.
Many of you will march in parades -- some of you will be escorted in your wheelchairs -- and be either encouraged by the numbers of people who gather and wave flags along the parade route or disappointed by the numbers, which seem to dwindle more each year. But you should know that the intensity of pride and sincerity of gratitude from just a few who gather are much richer, fuller, and sweeter than all the speeches, blog posts,and five-minute clips on the late news hours.
Some of you are homeless. We can argue about whether you are crazy or on drugs or a victim of the recession or whatever it is that makes you chronically without shelter, but I am at a loss as to how this could happen in my country. With the billions of dollars we borrowed from the Chinese to give to banks and companies who turned around and thumbed their noses at us while they got massages and played golf at an exotic resort, we couldn't spare a couple or three to shelter people who, conscientiously or not, went and stood in the way of bullets when others did not? I apologize to you, for both looking the other way and not being sincere enough to promise you I will not do it again. But I know that you sacrifice to this day for what you did for your country and I live in the grace of your sacrifice.
Some of you are recuperating in a hospital, trying to recover physically, mentally, or spiritually. Some of you are being taken care of by people who care about you, and some of you were forced to endure deplorable conditions at a military hospital, where people were supposed to care for you and try to make you whole as possible, in the name of the American people whom you served. I cannot understand this breach of faith and I'm angered by it, as I believe other Americans were, but like other government-run horror shows it appears to have been easy to sweep under the rug.
I am one of those people who get a lump in their throat when they see an American flag backlit by the sun's rays. A sucker for icons, I get it when anyone plays the national anthem, even though I love "America the Beautiful" a thousand times better, or a color guard comes out onto a baseball field, or some jets fly over a memorial. The arresting sight of a string of motorcycle guards heading to a funeral to protect a grieving family from a bunch of evil nutcase protesters from a Topeka church makes me want to pull in line and follow them to their destination.
But I get downright weepy when I walk through the tombstones of Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery, whether they mark the graves of Civil War soldiers, entire crews of planes shot down in World War II, or soldiers from other conflicts. And, even though some of the graves are for World War II and Vietnam vets from my own family, the the saddest to me are the newer graves of people who have died in recent wars.
I mourn those men and women who kept the wolf at bay.
And thank those who today still keep it from my door.
i am WFH/out sick today. i've been fighting something mild for a few days and the stupid flu shot from yesterday probably sent my body over the edge. a friend is bringing over wonton soup shortly so help feed this cold, so yay! sadly, my plans for awesome sushi and jaunting around in the city tonight will have to be rescheduled since i have a pretty full weekend ahead and it's more sensible to take it easy so that i can give my body the rest it needs to recover quickly.
other than being a sickie, life is moving along and it's becoming pretty swell. several life adjustments had to be made recently, some of which were extermely difficult and took a LOT of self-discipline but in the end i knew i had to do what was best for ME. i think i spent too much time worrying about what other ppl wanted, what other ppl thought, and how i could help THEM. i didn't stand behind my own values b/c i thought i was this all-powerful, influential, giving and caring person who had what it takes to make a difference in someone else's life and in the process, i somehow got myself caught up in an upside down, topsy-turvy world where nothing was quite what it seemed and one where i lost trust in myself and in others. that was probably the worst part; losing trust in myself. i didn't trust myself to communicate my desires and expectations effectively, i didn't trust that i was saying the right things, and i certainly didn't trust myself enough to have it in me to put my foot down and put the brakes on a (self) destructive cycle. with the support of a few key friends, old and new alike, i was able to pull through it and start 'normalizing' my life.
one day, i might write about what i've learned in the last year but it might not be anytime soon since i'm still trying to understand WTF it is i did learn, if anything.
i leave you with pics of 1) memo-holder robots that someone made/gave to me this week (robots, robots, robots!!!) and of 2) halloween w/ 'ass backwards'.
seriously, a guy coming out of a donkey's ass, d*cks in boxes and a banana pug (get it??!?!?! a BANANA-PUG!!!). too awesome.
... another sad day for us :(.
nothing much to say at the moment so here are a couple songs which are more 'uplifting' than this post (i meant to rave about these songs earlier in the week and am now realizing i won't be in the right mood to do so anytime soon) and a quote someone posted this morning on their FB.
".. and the air is thin
and it blows through your skin
and you feel like something
is about to begin.
and the walls spin
and you're paper-thin
from the haze of the smoke
and the mescaline ..."
Tuesday afternoon I dropped my new best friend at the airport. She's moving back East. This morning I dropped Him off as he and 39 other guys will be bicycling from SF to Redondo over the next 5 days. I'm so proud of Him, but I really miss Him.
In His absence I am determined to do the following - work out, clean my apartment, clean His apartment (boys are dirty), do laundry. I have plans mostly all day Saturday. I'd really like to rest since I've been out doing "farewell new best friend" activities for the past 2 weeks. I'm pooped!
Today I just wanted to stay home and sleep. But I came into work, I'm getting stuff done and I'm eating pizza (a counter measure for my big workout at home tonight).
I hope everyone's doing well. Sorry my dating updates are boring.
A transformer down the street blew out after catching on fire and power went out completely. We had 5 outages thru the morning but this one literally put us out on the street, complete with a campus-wide evacuation notice.
I sent the entire team home even before the evac notice, now am just laying around watching tellie and cleaning up the apt. Wish I just took the day off or had gone to the beach!
