Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Friday night I went out with a couple of hotty girlfriends of mine. We decided to go down to FM and I's nephew's bar, Remedy.
This bar has had several names over the past years - Magoo's, The Brickhouse, and now Remedy. It has always had a reputation of being just a bit of a meat market.
FM & I have been down there a few times since we've been home, including New Year's, and haven't really noticed it being too meat market-y, so I thought it would be relatively safe for my married girl, my girl in a long term relationship, and myself. Now mind you, a little attention ain't bad, but I just didn't want it to get out of hand.
Well, it did.
Not in your traditional way, however.
We had a few drinks, then decided to play Wii bowling (they have an AWESOME setup there, plenty of room and projected on a large cement wall).
A couple dudes sniffed around, watching us play. They were playing pool with a blond chick just across the room from us. We offered to let them play the next game.
After a few minutes, the blond chick wandered over and introduced her bad self to me. Her name was Dana.
And she was a FLAMING lesbian, if there is such a thing.
She was 22, and used every line in the book on me for about forty-five minutes. It got to the point I had to be rude. She was actually even touching on me. Now I don't have anything against lesbians personally, and if it had been a guy I would have been just as rude, I swear, especially when the touching started.
By the time she figured out I wasn't interested (I thought telling her I was married would be enough, but OH NO), she decided to move on to my other friend.
And used the exact same verbatim lines on her.
We had to laugh.
I decided if I ever decided to have a lesbian encounter, I'd be the aggressor, now that I know what to say. . .
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Yesterday, we interred my brother Brian's ashes in the Hankinson Family Plot. Next to my Grandmother and Grandfather.
Standing there, looking around the snow covered hills amongst thousands of gravestones, completely renewed my desire to be cremated. I can't bear the thought of being buried.
But, it also gave me a feeling of peace. Knowing I was standing near my Grandparents, and even great-Grandparents (who I never met). And, knowing my brother's remains would be at rest here.
And even if I never go there, it's nice to know where he is.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
I'm sure we'll be able to sully it up in no time.
Spent the first day in a slightly hungover funk, but managed to make a pork roast for dinner. Extra points for that.
Also had managed to set in supplies for Bloody Mary's so we didn't have to face the New Year 100% sober. Thank God.
FM is off to work again on the 7th, but only for a couple weeks, so we will have to get some sully-ing in this week yet.
It's no fun to sully without him.
And now? We are off to a matinee of American Gangster.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!