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It seems to me, that if I have something to do on the weekend night, the weekend seems to last forever. This weekend was a busy one, Friday night John and I went to see my first of 3 opera. We left Olympia at 4, got to seattle at 6:45 due to traffic. Starving and dying of thirst I manage to drink 3 classes of champagne before the opera even started. My feet were killing me, and john and I were packed like sardines in our opera seats. We were jammed in-between to older couples, who were not little people.
When the light went down, I thought it was the perfect time to slip out of my heels because no one would see. Well, no one did see my shoe roll down under the seat of the people sitting in front of us.
I started to freak out because I had no idea how I was going to get my shoe back. I could hardly breathe because I was wrapped in about 7 layers of Spanks trying to make myself look slimmer in my little black dress. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to bend over and reach under a seat to get my shoe. So all during the frist act, I was using my feet in an effort to retrieve my shoe from under the seat in front of me. I managed to pull it back up with my toe right before intermission, and slip it on just after the lights turned on. Two more $10 classes of champagne during intermission really chilled me out for the rest of the show.
After the opera, John and I went looking for a place to have dinner. You would think in a large international city you could find a nice place open at 10:30. Nope. We dined at Dennys in full formal wear. John ordered an appetizer, and because it was Dennys, we got out appetizer the same time our food came out. SO there we were, two people dressed to the nines shoved in a little booth at Dennys with a full buffet of fried vittles laid out on the table.
We ate as much as we thought was safe, but had a whole take out book full of fried onion rings, chicken strips, fried cheese sticks, French fries , half a chicken sandwich and a pickle. As we were getting into our car, a homeless guy came up and asked us for our left overs. What could we say? We were Two fat people, in formal wear getting into a benz , how would it look if we refused a homeless guy food. So we handed it over gladly.
I just hope he was not bound up the next day.
I went glow golfing last night. That was fun, but I really suck at put- put golf, so why I thought I would be any better at it in the dark, was beyond me. But I love the fact we played with glow -in -the- dark golf balls, and when they lose their glow you have to stick them in the glow boxes that were scattered through the course, sort of like a ball washer at a regular golf course. I gladly gave out Glow Jobs to anyone whos ball has lost its glow. What I thought was funny, was that the blue colored glow- in- the- dark -balls needed more light to glow. So the blue balls got 2 glow jobs. Haha.
Anyway, today I went to one of those “parties” that people throw to sell crap. This one was for body lotion. It was interesting, but now I am so greased up , I feel I could use my body as a bobsled. I am off to shower.
When the light went down, I thought it was the perfect time to slip out of my heels because no one would see. Well, no one did see my shoe roll down under the seat of the people sitting in front of us.
I started to freak out because I had no idea how I was going to get my shoe back. I could hardly breathe because I was wrapped in about 7 layers of Spanks trying to make myself look slimmer in my little black dress. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to bend over and reach under a seat to get my shoe. So all during the frist act, I was using my feet in an effort to retrieve my shoe from under the seat in front of me. I managed to pull it back up with my toe right before intermission, and slip it on just after the lights turned on. Two more $10 classes of champagne during intermission really chilled me out for the rest of the show.
After the opera, John and I went looking for a place to have dinner. You would think in a large international city you could find a nice place open at 10:30. Nope. We dined at Dennys in full formal wear. John ordered an appetizer, and because it was Dennys, we got out appetizer the same time our food came out. SO there we were, two people dressed to the nines shoved in a little booth at Dennys with a full buffet of fried vittles laid out on the table.
We ate as much as we thought was safe, but had a whole take out book full of fried onion rings, chicken strips, fried cheese sticks, French fries , half a chicken sandwich and a pickle. As we were getting into our car, a homeless guy came up and asked us for our left overs. What could we say? We were Two fat people, in formal wear getting into a benz , how would it look if we refused a homeless guy food. So we handed it over gladly.
I just hope he was not bound up the next day.
I went glow golfing last night. That was fun, but I really suck at put- put golf, so why I thought I would be any better at it in the dark, was beyond me. But I love the fact we played with glow -in -the- dark golf balls, and when they lose their glow you have to stick them in the glow boxes that were scattered through the course, sort of like a ball washer at a regular golf course. I gladly gave out Glow Jobs to anyone whos ball has lost its glow. What I thought was funny, was that the blue colored glow- in- the- dark -balls needed more light to glow. So the blue balls got 2 glow jobs. Haha.
Anyway, today I went to one of those “parties” that people throw to sell crap. This one was for body lotion. It was interesting, but now I am so greased up , I feel I could use my body as a bobsled. I am off to shower.