I think I'm a convivial person...

I hosted a card party last night which means opening up my house to strangers. Luckily none of the strangers showed up, it was just people I already knew about. I dunno why the one person I planned the party around her schedule didn't show up. I haven't been even left a courtesy message saying sorry I missed it. Anywho, after everyone left I then went out and saw my str8 friends. Rode my bicycle to bar. It's getting cold out there peeps. I also went to a games party the night before and had a blast. I do like being around people. Almost all the time. Today, not so much. I don't want to go to work either. But I will of course.

Everybody's

working for the weekend. I've got this one off. And of course I'm sick. So I called out last night. Which provoked some guilt that I had to get over. Of course I've gotten emails at work chastising me for not posting more regularly which I consider a little censorious since I've seen her go four days without posting too.

So my updates: coffee date is either non-starter or biggest lull after a big start I've ever experienced. And I'm not sure how I feel about that. I thought she understood about my schedule (she applied for my job about six months after I was hired) but I think it's going to be a bigger issue (if there's even anything to worry about) Luckily my schedule changes Jan 1st so I'll have all my evenings free. If not this chicka another.

I had one of my str8 friends say I was "hopeful" about my dating sitch.
I guess I'll take that as a compliment.
I need about four more hours of sleep. I hate being sick.

OKAY then.

The conference was good. Better than I expected actually. Roommate was fine. She actually went the the women's dance with me. And then the band and some newly made friends and an old friend and myself went to a gay bar in the Superior and danced. I tried to be so quiet coming home and I didn't even wake up my roomie. I found a unique trinket while I was walking home in Duluth for the wedding and it was the perfect size to fit inside one of those chocolate tins for protection so it wouldn't break (hand painted Italian pottery item) I wasn't going to go to the reception but I got talked into it. There was free booze for the people in the wedding party and myself cause I'm just that nice. I called my brother to attend who didn't know about the wedding, that the bride was engaged, what happened to the previous boyfriend he knew about, how the groomen's had a baby or even his wedding (which he was supposed to be my date for) like two years ago. Well it was good to see him anyways and catch him up on the gossip. I've been working almost everyday since. Including overtime tonight. There might be a new gal on my horizon again, more details if something develops.

Sloth

I just can't seem to get going today. Maybe because I know it's the start of a long, strange and boring set of days and I'm just not excited about it. I have a meeting this evening. And right after that I leave town for a union conference in Duluth. I'm not sure why I agreed to go to this thing, and more the less I can't remember why I nominated myself as a delegate. So of course I have to share a room with another delegate who I don't know. Plus I want to party a little on Friday night but I don't want to come stumbling home and wake her up. Make her mad. And there is conference junk all morning on Saturday too. And then rush straight home to go to a straight wedding. Of course I haven't gotten them anything. Maybe I'll just do the lame Target gift certificate thing. Cause I never see her anymore and I've only met the groom once about a year or so ago. Blah. But I do love the weather. I haven't slept so well in a long time.

Tornado sirens

They're annoying. They wake me up. I'm going back to bed.
But not before I tell you that today is Ray Kroc's birthday.
And that I haven't eaten at his chain of restaraunts since May 19, 2004.
And I was punished for that Egg McMuffin later in the day by being hit by a car.
I still have a scar.
Then again I haven't really had any fast food except salads from Dave Thomas' place andexcept I did have a chicken sandwich at Carl's JR when I was in California last summer. That's only cause they didn't have anything less nasty. Actually I thought of getting a bacon western cheeseburger but that would have caused sickness. But it would have tasted fantastic.

I have a hugger-mugger

I once almost bought a 78rpm Victrola at an antique store in...dang I dunno the name of it even. Well I guess that will help keep it's location hugger-mugger.

Here's something we all can know. Today in 1957 the Soviet Union launched Sputnik 1, the first manmade satellite officially beginning the Space Age.

I'm not sure they've been first at anything else since. Not even vodka consumption which I thought would be pretty high, but of course my own heritage country Poland beat out even the USA for amount of college students that use/abuse alcohol at least weekly at a whopping 91%! Pretty much if you ain't boozin' you aint breathing! That's my kinda story. Kisskiss. Another vodka tonic please and thanks!

Ramblings

Happy birthday Don McLean (1945) of the song American Pie, Groucho Marx (1890) of heavy eyebrows and original cigar toting fame, and Mohandas Ghandi (1869) of political and spiritual leader fame. And to mentally flow in a line Ben Kingsley played Ghandi in a movie about his life. And old ladies loved him. And Ben Kingsley played a mob boss in the movie "Sexy Beast" which is the movie that I received the most complaints about ever while I worked at the indie theatre. I'm not sure what those same old ladies were thinking his character would be about considering the title but they sure didn't like Ghandi swearing up a blue streak. Here they thought that "That Ben Kingsley is such a nice boy"

Spam Comments

Sorry to make the change to the three people that actually comment on this blog that are actual friends but I've been getting more spam comments advertising for websites and crap then real ones. Forgive me loves. It was that or have to set up so only people I know can comment (Boo on that)

Wait I didn't mean...

Have you ever gone to share something with someone, a few pieces from say a box with quantity thirty pieces inside and they take the whole box and say "Oh, thank you, and what a lovely tin in comes in" That just happened to me on the way to breakfast while passing a neighbor on their front porch. I know I only have myself to blame since I wasn't specific and to them it probably appeared like I had plenty to go around (since I was carrying three boxes total) but I guess I'm extra miffed at myself since these items were already in contention with the person that brought them to the country for me. Oh well, it's not like I can ask for some back or anything. Just suck it up. And look like a generous person vs. a stingy bitch. Blah.