The weather is here, wish you were beautiful(thanks JB)
Last evening I attended a casual sort of ‘party’ for a dear friend of mine. Since it was at her place of employment (she’s a bartender) I’m not sure she had as much of a good time as the rest of us, but it was groovy and we had plenty of laughs.
Claude and I were in rare form–we’ve not been in such comedic splendor in a long time. At least not at that particular watering hole…the comedy flew from our lips like magical jewels of hilarity, I tell you. Also met up with a pal I’d not seen in over 2 years. She made nice with a new ‘regular’ which was sweet. I’d brought some treats: Congo Bars and Eggplant dip. Both went over well. So well, in fact that a very comely lad made some mouth noises about wanting to marry me. Since I am saving myself for Racer X, I had to decline his offer, but it was nice to get a little hug and a peck on the cheek every time I passed by him. (which was often)
In retrospect, the old me–the Mayor of Makeout City, would have taken that lad aside and given him a good workin’ over. He was younger, he was cute and he was well built. He also smelled like freshly laundered clothes. Yummy. Am I maturing or was I just having too much fun with Claude? Who knows? All I know is the weather IS here and gosh darn it, you ARE beautiful. I’m glad that I went out for once. I’ve started to wonder if I wasn’t becoming a bit of a hermit. Glad to know I’ve still got the tractor beam working and my social skills, meager as they are, still rock the school.
A shout out to my pretzel muse. Good seein’ ya. No worries regarding the ‘incident’. Sorry if I dropped the hammer on ya. The hammer of justice was dropped on the dork, so it’s all groovy.
Keep on truckin’ kids. Life’s pretty groovy as far as I can tell.