October 8, 2002
Ooh! Shiny!
AKA: I get distracted easily.
Dawn and I have pretty much decided that if she and I ever get to JournalCon (and I hear that it may be held in Texas next year), we're going to learn *all* the inside secrets and stuff, then come back, post the *real* truth about it all, and be forever banned from journalling circles thereafter. We'd start our own black-listed ring (and probably be the only two members), and hold *our* JournalCon's (except we'll call it "SexyBitchesCon") in strip bars and dark alleys.
Because, dammit, it can't *possibly* be as fun as everyone always makes it out to be. Especially since Dawn and I have yet to attend one. A party just isn't a party without us. We have proof. So. There *has* to be some mean people, or boring forums, or torrid affairs, or something. There just has to be.
Yea verily, someday we shall reveal the truth. Except that even if it *isn't* fun right now (and a lot of my regular "reads", whom I trust, have reported a spanking good time), it would be fun by default, were Dawn and I to attend.
Our intentions, sabotaged by our coolness right from the get-go. The world may never know.
So I'm just coming off of a long weekend visit with Dawn. She flew in on Wednesday night (ahead of hurricane Lil!) and stayed until Monday morning. I soaked in girlfriendy goodness and mourned her leaving (as usual). Dammit, woman, WHY can't you move to Arizona??? It's just as good as Texas. Except with better salsa.
We picked her up at the airport on Wednesday night, and made a pit-stop at Taco Bell (gourmet) so she could grab some dinner. And here's the proof that Dawn is Coolest In All The Land. She presented me with a gift - my very own copy of "Monsters Inc." on DVD!!! I will admit right here and now that I shrieked in the parking lot, and even did a little dance. She'd read how much I loved it, and wanted to surprise me with it. And yet, she left without watching it with us (oops, and without borrowing my copy of "Stones of Shelter", I just remembered). I am a bad, bad friend.
We did watch "For The Birds" Friday night. We had a few friends over for drinks and appetizers (hey, Heather! I drank the rest of your hard lemonade), and made them watch it too. Just as good, if not better, with a buzz. It's a good thing our friends "get" us - they thought it was funny, too. Or at least they didn't overtly say, "Dude, you're shooting Coke out your nose over a *cartoon*."
We had an interesting time that night. I mean, the conversation was good, the music was good, and any time I get to hang with Heather (a friend we've made through Calvin's job) and George (a friend Calvin has known since he was four) is a good time. Our across-the-street neighbor joined us, too. And let's just say that our neighbor? Can't hold his likker. Yea verily, it was hysterical. Maybe he should have gone to the *other* party held that night. The one Dawn was invited to and yet declined in favor of *our* little get-together. The one with the Mormons that were having "more fun without beer". (Yes, I'm a tease. Dawn can fill you in on the details if she so chooses.)
I am now hooked on Vanilla Stoli and Diet Coke - it's like she introduces me to a new drink every time she comes out. Last time, it was Cape Cods. The time before that, it was that weird frozen thing at Bahama Breeze.
We really didn't do anything all that extreme. Dawn was coming down with a cold, and kept assuring us that after 10 months of jet-setting all over the world, a quiet relaxing weekend was just the thing she needed. Since she's the poster child for "tell it like it is", I have to believe she had a good time. There was a lot of movie watching (all of us piled up on the hide-a-bed in the living room, girly-cooing over The Rock (well, not Calvin), even if "The Scorpion King" generally sucked. "Frailty" was good, though) and hot tub soaking, and the eating of many fine foods. Including a TO DIE FOR salmon dish that Dawn whipped up on Sunday night. As soon as she gives me permission, I'm posting the recipe. Dude, it was fantastic. (Dawn, I had the salsa over taquitos last night (YUM), and I'm having it over pasta tonight (also, I'm sure, YUM).)
We meant to go hiking on Saturday morning, didn't happen. We meant to go bowling on Saturday night, didn't happen (poor Heather, we kept saying "Do you wanna...?", and then not doing it). We meant to go to the Botanical Gardens on Sunday, didn't happen. We *did* go to the mall with Marie on Sunday afternoon, and I personally had a very good time. I'm not much for the whole mall experience, but Dawn is a stitch, and Marie took to her like she was one of her own girlfriends. Besides, I bought my first pairs of boot-cut jeans and love the hell outta them. I heart The Gap, they think I'm a size four.
We made an angry "Ass-Kicking" mix CD, for her kickboxing motivational pleasure. "They say I'm COCKY, and I say WHAT? It ain't braggin', mother-f*cker, if you back it up!" Heh. I'm such a good influence.
Oz tortured her to death (she's more a dog person, and hardly reformed after Oz's behavior). I tried to hide him in her suitcase when she was leaving, but it didn't work. And now she's just as tired of him *having* to get in the fridge/pantry/closet/bedroom/ bathroom/cupboard every single damn time a door is opened, as we are.
Most of all, we gabbed-gabbed-gabbed (quite a bit out front while she was SMOKING. "Last pack" my ass, girlie). It's really nice to have a friend that really gets you, ya know? She's coming to Maine with us next year on my Sabbatical. I have posted it here. Therefore, it is LAW. She may *think* she has a choice, but really? She doesn't.
In other fun news:
Sarah (or more specifically, Sarah's 10/8 entry) makes me wish I were still able to e-mail back and forth with Calvin. When he worked at AcronymCo we exchanged e-mails on a minute-by-minute basis (when we weren't taking break together, or on the phone together, or at lunch together...). I miss that. I still have archived e-mails from him going back to 1997. I just now read back through them all. I like this one from 5/20/98:
"Mornin beautiful, I love you! ~~~I really like the sound of your voice in the morning : )"
Yeesh. Can I just express how much I love that man???
Calvin claims that he doesn't write me love notes because he's "not good at it". Well, I have proof to the contrary. Damn slacker. Heh.
Finally! Our curiosity about Dana has been assuaged!!!
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I've been a sad, sad Storyteller slacker. Someone submitted a story for September which I'm just getting to posting to the website (along with the belated story topic for October). I'm always looking for new contributors, so if you're interested, have a go at it!
This is the best Buffy site ever, and will be even better once they have their episode guide completely updated. It's now updated through Season Five, and will be updated in tandem with Season Seven as the episodes air. The rest will be updated as their time permits - usually an episode every couple of weeks, and you'll understand why it takes so long once you see how detailed these suckers are. I mean, it qualifies as *research*, forcryingoutloud.
If anyone is feeling Christmassy, I've asked for the Buffy episodes on DVD in my Amazon Wishlist. (Hint, Calvin.)
Is it me, or is this season of The Sopranos just not very gripping?
Today's Surreal Compliment: "Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with bowling balls while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover heads of lettuce."
Reloaded: "You are more beautiful than a bouquet of fossils."
Reloaded: "How lovely is your curdled priest!"
Stopping now.
This is the best recipe website EVER.
Spark is the best. How long have I been registered with Diarist.net, and I'm just finding this now??? Dumbass.
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