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Pretty Laydayyyyyyy...
i have purple fingernails and toenails. it is good.
i'm not even into purple, but this is a deep, dark, mysterious purple. a lovely eggplant shade of purple. a whiter shade of pale? nay, i say to you, nay! purple is the way to go. apparently, Prince and Val had it right all along.
i had a bittersweet weekend. we took off for Dallas in the wee dark hours of the morning, playing mellow Luther. had the streets mostly to ourselves for a good while, so we made good time. which means that a five hour road trip only took us 3 and a half. because i'm a speed demon, that's why. we got there in plenty of time for our appointment at the Crescent Court Hotel, which is a good thing, because we got lost. a lot. ha, we kept driving around looking for a hotel, but the block we kept circling actually was the hotel. it's that big. so hot it's beyond imagining. our appointments were for 7.30, so we checked in, and got juice and then my nails got all purpled up. this place smells absolutely amazing. clover and nutmeg and god only knows what other spices. it was everywhere, in the oils and lotions they used, in the little thermal neck pillows, in the incense that perfumed the air. if i could have bottled it, i would have. i need to remember to order one of those neck pillows when i get home. maybe i can find the right combination of spices and make up my own incense or something.
after the spa, drinks were sorely needed, but it was only what, 10am, so we decided to eat instead, because i keep forgetting this is Texas and you can't buy liquor until after 12. UGH. we ate at Chilis, and then decided we might as well drive around a bit before trying to find the hotel, because check-in wasn't until 3. drive around a bit. ha. now there was a good time. the weather was beautiful, and the cool breezes combined with the relaxed atmosphere of contented people... yah. good times. we should have rented a convertible, man. as it was, we just put the windows down and let the wind have it's way with our hair. there is lots of driving to be done in Dallas. ye gods, the driving! we got lost half a billion times, but that was half the fun.
so 2 o'clock rolls around, and we decide to try to check in. good thing we went early anyway, they didn't have our friggin reservations. i'm sorry... what? of course you have my reservation, i did it online, i have confirmation numbers and stuff! nope. fuckers. there was a convention of some sort going on-- outside of Kevin's salespeoples thingee-- but luckily, the hotel across the highway had an available room, so we haul ass over there and check in. AND THEN we got to drink. yay. Kevin got in around what, 4 or 5, and i was more than a little happy when i saw him. he checked into his hotel (our original one that didn't want us *sniff*) and then called me. when he found out i was across the highway, he decided to walk over. ...allrighty then. whatever floats your boat, man. it was fun though, i went to the window to witness his amazing traffic navigational skills, and he could see me! so we talked on cell while waving at each other, because we're both dorks.
so i ran downstairs, and because i was so drunk happy, and so proud of my purple toes, i went barefoot. goooooooood times. we hugged and chatted at the bar, just like old friends. yay. although, he was drinking Amaretto Sours, and really, what the fuck is that? that's nonsense, that's what that is. we played a couple of rounds of pool-- well ok, he played, and tried to teach me to play, but i was drunk, what. leave me alone. we called Barb to come down and join us then, and she did, and now we had a party! wheeee. a couple of more rounds and we were asking, "so, what do you want to do?" "i dunno, what do you wanna do?" STRIP CLUB!!! we asked the bartender the best place to go, but Kevin had already done his research, so we went with his suggestion instead. cool, whatever. we drove our car and found the place without too much trouble. of course, the only problem is that it was only like 8.30... who goes to a strip joint that early? us, apparently.
it's at this point that i'm kind of realizing that Kevin was a surprise. i miscalculated the type of guy he is. instead of going to a strip club, we should have just gone to dinner or something. i think he would have been more comfortable doing that. as much game as he'd been talking for the last year, it turns out that he's really just a very quiet Republican guy, with a wife and 2.3 kids, and there had to be a part of him that just couldn't get with the fact that he was suddenly hanging out with two fat Black women that he'd met on the internet. the club was fun. Kat, the stripper was fun. but... sigh. i just don't know. we only spent a couple of hours there, and then the night totally fizzled. seriously. the night ended at 10pm on Saturday. in Dallas. on purpose. wow. yeah, i can admit, i'm a little bitter about that.
Pam never showed up and i was more than a little bummed, but it's kind of my fault since i am the one who lost her phone numbers. i think maybe, had we been able to hook up and hang out with her and her husband, we'd have had more fun. it was a bad idea to go without a backup plan to the backup. i mean, hello, there was so much going on in the city, fairs and parties and games and stuff. i just knew that between the two of us, we'd figure out something fun to do. BJ was there too, but as usual was no help because she does her own thing and i think she was a little leery of spending more time with us at a strip club. but hello!!! have car, will travel! granted, i was more than a little blasted and unable to drive anywhere on my own... but what, do i have to do everything myself? a little effort, folks, that's all i ask. and then they had the nerve to be offended when i called them old. i begged and begged and begged, but B just didn't feel like going anywhere, and Kevin was all "i have to be up early in the morning" so we just went back to the hotels, Mom to our room and then i went with Kevin to his.
even that wasn't as much fun as it should have been. i was thinking, let's go to the bar, have more drinks, mess with some people, but Kevin was worried that his manager or co-workers might see him with me and freak out. um, whatever, man. so. i watched him play SWG for a minute while he checked his mail and stuff, then we decided that it would be a little pathetic to watch porn together on his little laptop, so we opted to watch Madonna instead. is there a diff? after Madonna's nonsense, we watched Candyman for God's sake. fell asleep watching Candyman. on the couch. on a Saturday. in Dallas. madness, i'm telling you. but i guess little miss Kat the Stripper wore poor Kevin out. i stayed in his hotel room until like 4, then he walked me back to my car and i drove back to my hotel where i immediately started drinking again, and then crashed for a few. we checked out, and drove home and that was that.
we should have just had dinner. a nice, sedate little dinner, and then i could have partied after. i really needed not to have been inside at 10pm on Saturday night in a fun town. i keep saying that, but it's true, goddammit. ah... hindsight. oh well. you live and you learn.
it's a shame i couldn't hook up with someone who knew the area better. i really did want to check out the state fair thingee. but next time, i guess. there's always next time.
so i'm good and broke now. of course. and tired. in a good way.
i have purple fingernails and toenails. it is good.
i'm not even into purple, but this is a deep, dark, mysterious purple. a lovely eggplant shade of purple. a whiter shade of pale? nay, i say to you, nay! purple is the way to go. apparently, Prince and Val had it right all along.
i had a bittersweet weekend. we took off for Dallas in the wee dark hours of the morning, playing mellow Luther. had the streets mostly to ourselves for a good while, so we made good time. which means that a five hour road trip only took us 3 and a half. because i'm a speed demon, that's why. we got there in plenty of time for our appointment at the Crescent Court Hotel, which is a good thing, because we got lost. a lot. ha, we kept driving around looking for a hotel, but the block we kept circling actually was the hotel. it's that big. so hot it's beyond imagining. our appointments were for 7.30, so we checked in, and got juice and then my nails got all purpled up. this place smells absolutely amazing. clover and nutmeg and god only knows what other spices. it was everywhere, in the oils and lotions they used, in the little thermal neck pillows, in the incense that perfumed the air. if i could have bottled it, i would have. i need to remember to order one of those neck pillows when i get home. maybe i can find the right combination of spices and make up my own incense or something.
after the spa, drinks were sorely needed, but it was only what, 10am, so we decided to eat instead, because i keep forgetting this is Texas and you can't buy liquor until after 12. UGH. we ate at Chilis, and then decided we might as well drive around a bit before trying to find the hotel, because check-in wasn't until 3. drive around a bit. ha. now there was a good time. the weather was beautiful, and the cool breezes combined with the relaxed atmosphere of contented people... yah. good times. we should have rented a convertible, man. as it was, we just put the windows down and let the wind have it's way with our hair. there is lots of driving to be done in Dallas. ye gods, the driving! we got lost half a billion times, but that was half the fun.
so 2 o'clock rolls around, and we decide to try to check in. good thing we went early anyway, they didn't have our friggin reservations. i'm sorry... what? of course you have my reservation, i did it online, i have confirmation numbers and stuff! nope. fuckers. there was a convention of some sort going on-- outside of Kevin's salespeoples thingee-- but luckily, the hotel across the highway had an available room, so we haul ass over there and check in. AND THEN we got to drink. yay. Kevin got in around what, 4 or 5, and i was more than a little happy when i saw him. he checked into his hotel (our original one that didn't want us *sniff*) and then called me. when he found out i was across the highway, he decided to walk over. ...allrighty then. whatever floats your boat, man. it was fun though, i went to the window to witness his amazing traffic navigational skills, and he could see me! so we talked on cell while waving at each other, because we're both dorks.
so i ran downstairs, and because i was so drunk happy, and so proud of my purple toes, i went barefoot. goooooooood times. we hugged and chatted at the bar, just like old friends. yay. although, he was drinking Amaretto Sours, and really, what the fuck is that? that's nonsense, that's what that is. we played a couple of rounds of pool-- well ok, he played, and tried to teach me to play, but i was drunk, what. leave me alone. we called Barb to come down and join us then, and she did, and now we had a party! wheeee. a couple of more rounds and we were asking, "so, what do you want to do?" "i dunno, what do you wanna do?" STRIP CLUB!!! we asked the bartender the best place to go, but Kevin had already done his research, so we went with his suggestion instead. cool, whatever. we drove our car and found the place without too much trouble. of course, the only problem is that it was only like 8.30... who goes to a strip joint that early? us, apparently.
it's at this point that i'm kind of realizing that Kevin was a surprise. i miscalculated the type of guy he is. instead of going to a strip club, we should have just gone to dinner or something. i think he would have been more comfortable doing that. as much game as he'd been talking for the last year, it turns out that he's really just a very quiet Republican guy, with a wife and 2.3 kids, and there had to be a part of him that just couldn't get with the fact that he was suddenly hanging out with two fat Black women that he'd met on the internet. the club was fun. Kat, the stripper was fun. but... sigh. i just don't know. we only spent a couple of hours there, and then the night totally fizzled. seriously. the night ended at 10pm on Saturday. in Dallas. on purpose. wow. yeah, i can admit, i'm a little bitter about that.
Pam never showed up and i was more than a little bummed, but it's kind of my fault since i am the one who lost her phone numbers. i think maybe, had we been able to hook up and hang out with her and her husband, we'd have had more fun. it was a bad idea to go without a backup plan to the backup. i mean, hello, there was so much going on in the city, fairs and parties and games and stuff. i just knew that between the two of us, we'd figure out something fun to do. BJ was there too, but as usual was no help because she does her own thing and i think she was a little leery of spending more time with us at a strip club. but hello!!! have car, will travel! granted, i was more than a little blasted and unable to drive anywhere on my own... but what, do i have to do everything myself? a little effort, folks, that's all i ask. and then they had the nerve to be offended when i called them old. i begged and begged and begged, but B just didn't feel like going anywhere, and Kevin was all "i have to be up early in the morning" so we just went back to the hotels, Mom to our room and then i went with Kevin to his.
even that wasn't as much fun as it should have been. i was thinking, let's go to the bar, have more drinks, mess with some people, but Kevin was worried that his manager or co-workers might see him with me and freak out. um, whatever, man. so. i watched him play SWG for a minute while he checked his mail and stuff, then we decided that it would be a little pathetic to watch porn together on his little laptop, so we opted to watch Madonna instead. is there a diff? after Madonna's nonsense, we watched Candyman for God's sake. fell asleep watching Candyman. on the couch. on a Saturday. in Dallas. madness, i'm telling you. but i guess little miss Kat the Stripper wore poor Kevin out. i stayed in his hotel room until like 4, then he walked me back to my car and i drove back to my hotel where i immediately started drinking again, and then crashed for a few. we checked out, and drove home and that was that.
we should have just had dinner. a nice, sedate little dinner, and then i could have partied after. i really needed not to have been inside at 10pm on Saturday night in a fun town. i keep saying that, but it's true, goddammit. ah... hindsight. oh well. you live and you learn.
it's a shame i couldn't hook up with someone who knew the area better. i really did want to check out the state fair thingee. but next time, i guess. there's always next time.
so i'm good and broke now. of course. and tired. in a good way.