Los Angeles revisited
So here we sit.
The clouds lazily drift by outside, a fluffy bed of white at 50,000 feet. My lover's head has lazily drifted to one side and landed on my shoulder and I grin at the thought of it, the kids sleeping soundly on either side of us. I'm at peace. I'm headed home. But first, let me write more about my lover and how I cannot live without this person by my side and now every entry is going to be about this person and my lover will be my whole life and the only interesting thing that happens to me and the only thing worth writing about etc. etc. oh god I'm so in love somebody stop me please no one has ever felt like this my lover is perfect in every way and blah blah blah lover lover lover blah
*record screech*
Yeah. Sorry. Boring. It's not going to be like that.
Los Angeles lived up to it's rep. It's strange...a lot of people love L.A. but I'd have to say that it's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. Getting caught up in the madness that seems to permeate that place, while entertaining for a little while, might eventually make one believe it. I attended Orli's BBQ (the main reason for visiting) but retired early and missed all the drama and gropes that occurred because I knew Brian was still recovering from his injuries and someone needed to make sure he laid down and got some rest after our long flight. Staying at Orlando's house was a blast mostly because of all of the people walking around in their underwear early in the morning. I'll have to do it again sometime.
Rose, who I've decided I'm madly in love with, had a lot of errands to run, so despite the fact that we were travelling companions we saw each other very little. In fact, I think my little ankle-biters probably saw her more than I did. She's so great to them. She's promised to give me a ring the next time she's on the proper side of the world. We did spend a day, all of us, taking the little ones to the beach, so I can't say that I've deprived my children of their proper fun because I was too busy getting fucked getting wasted doing other things.
I paid a visit to Diane, my other would be love, and we played twenty questions. If you've never played it with her before, you should try. You'll probably learn as much about yourself as you do her. She is a tough nut to crack, but I think the meat is worth it. Already buzzed on her tremendous scotch and sodas, I made my way to some place called...Hooters, Brian's home away from home. He and I and Alexis and John did our best to behave ourselves while getting pissed and talking about women. That is, aside from a brief restroom trip by Brian and I that proved very revealing and satisfying.
Yesterday in the terminal I made a stop at this DVD rental place. You know, the type that allows you to rent DVD's and players for the flight? I thought I'd pick up a couple for the kids in order to keep them busy (even though by now they've become expert travellers). While paying I noticed something that caught my eye. I made sure that Brian was occupied and purchased my own player and a copy of S.W.A.T., which I shamefully had never seen. Knowing that he'd be a little embarrassed to see me watch it, I popped it in after he fell asleep.
I recall being a bit turned on by the 'stache. Mostly I just liked watching Michelle kick ass. I can't believe we didn't meet while I was in town. We'll have to fix that some day.
Also, is it wrong that I sobbed a little when Boxer got injured? I was a sad little princess. Jeremy is not a nice man. When Brian woke up I blamed the red eyes on all the vodka I had consumed.
I guess the truth will come out eventually.
EDIT: This is so true
Banalando is teh sex
ANOTHER EDIT: Brian and I have been nominated in the "Must_Be_Old" awards. Something about us having sex but I have no idea what they're talking about.
The clouds lazily drift by outside, a fluffy bed of white at 50,000 feet. My lover's head has lazily drifted to one side and landed on my shoulder and I grin at the thought of it, the kids sleeping soundly on either side of us. I'm at peace. I'm headed home. But first, let me write more about my lover and how I cannot live without this person by my side and now every entry is going to be about this person and my lover will be my whole life and the only interesting thing that happens to me and the only thing worth writing about etc. etc. oh god I'm so in love somebody stop me please no one has ever felt like this my lover is perfect in every way and blah blah blah lover lover lover blah
*record screech*
Yeah. Sorry. Boring. It's not going to be like that.
Los Angeles lived up to it's rep. It's strange...a lot of people love L.A. but I'd have to say that it's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. Getting caught up in the madness that seems to permeate that place, while entertaining for a little while, might eventually make one believe it. I attended Orli's BBQ (the main reason for visiting) but retired early and missed all the drama and gropes that occurred because I knew Brian was still recovering from his injuries and someone needed to make sure he laid down and got some rest after our long flight. Staying at Orlando's house was a blast mostly because of all of the people walking around in their underwear early in the morning. I'll have to do it again sometime.
Rose, who I've decided I'm madly in love with, had a lot of errands to run, so despite the fact that we were travelling companions we saw each other very little. In fact, I think my little ankle-biters probably saw her more than I did. She's so great to them. She's promised to give me a ring the next time she's on the proper side of the world. We did spend a day, all of us, taking the little ones to the beach, so I can't say that I've deprived my children of their proper fun because I was too busy getting fucked getting wasted doing other things.
I paid a visit to Diane, my other would be love, and we played twenty questions. If you've never played it with her before, you should try. You'll probably learn as much about yourself as you do her. She is a tough nut to crack, but I think the meat is worth it. Already buzzed on her tremendous scotch and sodas, I made my way to some place called...Hooters, Brian's home away from home. He and I and Alexis and John did our best to behave ourselves while getting pissed and talking about women. That is, aside from a brief restroom trip by Brian and I that proved very revealing and satisfying.
Yesterday in the terminal I made a stop at this DVD rental place. You know, the type that allows you to rent DVD's and players for the flight? I thought I'd pick up a couple for the kids in order to keep them busy (even though by now they've become expert travellers). While paying I noticed something that caught my eye. I made sure that Brian was occupied and purchased my own player and a copy of S.W.A.T., which I shamefully had never seen. Knowing that he'd be a little embarrassed to see me watch it, I popped it in after he fell asleep.
I recall being a bit turned on by the 'stache. Mostly I just liked watching Michelle kick ass. I can't believe we didn't meet while I was in town. We'll have to fix that some day.
Also, is it wrong that I sobbed a little when Boxer got injured? I was a sad little princess. Jeremy is not a nice man. When Brian woke up I blamed the red eyes on all the vodka I had consumed.
I guess the truth will come out eventually.
EDIT: This is so true
Banalando is teh sex
ANOTHER EDIT: Brian and I have been nominated in the "Must_Be_Old" awards. Something about us having sex but I have no idea what they're talking about.