Cupid is a twisted little prick ......
Good Morning to my journal and any of the folks out there that bother to read it. I got off of work Valentines Day morning and was going to make my husband this crusted hashbrown quiche for him before he went to work, but I just did not have enough time to run to the store, and home to make it before he had to leave for work. Therefore I took him to "The Breakfast Club" and bought him breakfast for Valentines Day. I will try to make the quiche in the next 2 weeks prior to us leaving for our birthday trip to Portland, OR.
I came down to Denver and met up with our Broomfield friends for the Denver Wranglers "Sweet" dance that is held every 2nd Saturday each month. Chris unfortunately had to work and was not able to attend, which was a bummer, but then again he would of said I was too sentimental because I would of been dragging his ass out on the dance floor. You see I am the type of person that if I go or you take me to a dance, I do not want to be standing around, I want to be dancing, and if your not dancing with me or letting me dance, I become in plan words, a BITCH. Yes I put that in capital letters. So anyway I danced my booty off with our 3 friends and everyone else squeezed onto the small dance floor area.
Now as for the Cupid being twisted part.... I was groped , felt up, grabed, macked on, kissed, pinched, more in just this one night then I have in the last year or two. I seriously had to look at what it was I was wearing that could of caused this. Then I thought that was it the fact I showed more confidence and was not holding back in the shadows. I truely must say I was a little freaked out about it, but it sort of gave me the self-esteem boost that I needed right about now. I can only hope to have as much fun when I go to the Bear Dance we were invited to out in Portland. After the music stopped I text messaged my husband, left him know that I was alright, and that I was heading to my hotel. I stayed the night because of the fact I was drinking. Took the cold solemn walk from the bar and down 16th street mall area, realizing how much I love my husband, how fortunate I am he accepts me for who it is that I am, and how wonderful it feels to be able to enjoy my life in the moment.
So today I need to drive back home as to return my car to the house, only to return to Denver for Beer Bust. This will be about 2 1/2 hours of drinking, and gawking at men, maybe talking to a couple we are getting to know as we are opening ourselves up to socializing more then we have in the past. Then going out and eating dinner at one of the local Denver diners or resteraunts. FOOD yes that sounds good right about now, though I really need to cut back on how much I am eating, my cardiologist appointment needs to be mad for mid to late March , and I think I am going to be catching some hell.
Well need to run, but felt I needed to document this episode of my life. Enjoy and have a great day.
I came down to Denver and met up with our Broomfield friends for the Denver Wranglers "Sweet" dance that is held every 2nd Saturday each month. Chris unfortunately had to work and was not able to attend, which was a bummer, but then again he would of said I was too sentimental because I would of been dragging his ass out on the dance floor. You see I am the type of person that if I go or you take me to a dance, I do not want to be standing around, I want to be dancing, and if your not dancing with me or letting me dance, I become in plan words, a BITCH. Yes I put that in capital letters. So anyway I danced my booty off with our 3 friends and everyone else squeezed onto the small dance floor area.
Now as for the Cupid being twisted part.... I was groped , felt up, grabed, macked on, kissed, pinched, more in just this one night then I have in the last year or two. I seriously had to look at what it was I was wearing that could of caused this. Then I thought that was it the fact I showed more confidence and was not holding back in the shadows. I truely must say I was a little freaked out about it, but it sort of gave me the self-esteem boost that I needed right about now. I can only hope to have as much fun when I go to the Bear Dance we were invited to out in Portland. After the music stopped I text messaged my husband, left him know that I was alright, and that I was heading to my hotel. I stayed the night because of the fact I was drinking. Took the cold solemn walk from the bar and down 16th street mall area, realizing how much I love my husband, how fortunate I am he accepts me for who it is that I am, and how wonderful it feels to be able to enjoy my life in the moment.
So today I need to drive back home as to return my car to the house, only to return to Denver for Beer Bust. This will be about 2 1/2 hours of drinking, and gawking at men, maybe talking to a couple we are getting to know as we are opening ourselves up to socializing more then we have in the past. Then going out and eating dinner at one of the local Denver diners or resteraunts. FOOD yes that sounds good right about now, though I really need to cut back on how much I am eating, my cardiologist appointment needs to be mad for mid to late March , and I think I am going to be catching some hell.
Well need to run, but felt I needed to document this episode of my life. Enjoy and have a great day.