Warning... I posted, and I'm NOT using an LJ cut... so put on your big girl panties, and deal!!
It's way early in the morning, and thanks to Eli, I'm very much awake, so I might as well post, because I haven't, or I don't or I won't... who can say really. The point is, I'm just not LJ addicted like I used to be, and I guess it couldn't hurt to type out a few words, and see what happens.
I guess I could talk about Pride weekend! It was majorly fabulous on an International scale. Rick confrused and I left Claxton about 4:30, where he immediately proceeded to try and kill me. I can now honestly say that two of the scariest words in the english language are "Dodge" and "Caravan" which by the way, is exactly what we barely managed to do. Oh boy! It's not wonder everyone in Claxton had high insurance premiums. None of them can drive worth a damn.
Anywho, he drove, and I slept, and we switched off in Dublin. The slackass didn't wake up until we hit the Macon city limits, where we were supposed to have dinner with Josh Thornton, and my dearest Prue (aka Chris...aka applefantasy). Sadly, Chris was sick, and Josh was dying his hair, so we headed to my mom's house.
Rick has met my mother... and I can honestly say that he now has a better understanding of who I am, and where I came from. He should also now understand why I desperately detest the color pink. He's also met my sister, who thinks he's kinda cute, for a white boy. So, after bribing my mom to make some Low Country Boil for my return trip on Sunday, we headed over to Josh's (he lives in the same subdivision), and then to Buffalo's for what had to be the WORST service ever! Needless to say, my food was free. Oh... and Rick lost nut #2 for my windshield washer led's, so there was a short trip to Wal-Mart involved.
After a successful completion of my Macon Mission (to get Rick a fake id), we hit the road, and the dumbass slept almost the entire way to Atlanta. We got to John's, unloaded the car, changed clothes, and headed to Blake's to meet up with my Baby's Daddy (aka Chris Wilson), and some of his girlfrieds. From there, we roamed over to Red Chair, long enough to discover it's an S&M bar... "Stand and Model", and run into what would be the first set of Macon people for the weekend. A drag queen in boy drag by the name of Mercury! Haven't seen Mercury in a hot minute, and she and her little clique were all eyeing my somewhat clingy conpanion. We left there, and Rick and I walked around Piedmont, in the drizzly, misty rain and talked as I prepared him for the shell shock of Saturday's events. We encountered a small compliment of Black Peoples, one of which yelled to her light skinned friend "Bitch!! You're the whitest one of us... don't leave! Serial killers never kill white people first!" It was classic. As I was telling Rick that people have a tendency to have sex in the park at night, we spotted some mens doing just that! I believe Rick's words were "Good to know, Bad to see!" From there, it was back to Marietta to a Waffle House that took credit cards, then home. Gabby screamingturtle and Scott scotthnga15 learned that there is nothing on the WH menu that includes sour cream. Adam echo3347 was there too! I mustn't forget to mention Adam.
John swedenborgspace stayed awake long enough for us to get back so I could give him his gift!
Transformers: The Ultimate Guide!
Do you have any idea how hard it is to buy something for John that he doesn't already own? He's like.. the world's biggest kid... with a credit card! Anyway, Rick and I finished our Waffle Housed foodstuff, and passed out next to Gabby and Scott on the air matress. Saturday was gonna be a big day!
John was sweet enough to cook breakfast on Saturday, but I was a lazy slacker, and didn't bother to get up. I was itching to do some shopping, so a shower, wardrobe spin, and mapquest check later had Rick and I on the way to fabulously overpriced Phipps Plaza! We hit all the good places:
Versace
Saks Fifth Avenue
Gucci
A|X Armani Exchange
Tiffany & Co. (we didn't go in... we just looked.. from a distance!)
Gap (and GapKids for things in Rick's size)
Bombay Company
A&F
Needless to say, Rick kept his hands in his pockets in several of these places. Versace had a very nice $115 tie, and a even nicer $700 suit. Rick's not fun though, and didn't want to try anything on. Wimp! I did buy a clock and teddy bear @ Bombay, along with a birthday present of my mommy (June 28th is her birthday). Soon after, I managed to find Chris Fair blacksaxes... but not before buying a $6 sweater! You know me... can't resist a good sale.
We drove the cars to Chamblee, and rode the Marta to Midtown (there is no 10th St sation, btw)... yes... I rode the Marta. *Insert joke here*
Then came the park... 100,000 homosexuals, and 1,000 port-a-potties. It was a recipe for disaster! Greatfully, it was still fabulous, and I managed not to dirty my new white tennis shoes too much. I spent half the day shopping for people with no luck at all. They didn't have any of the stuff Lisa wanted. I found (and lost) a nice rainbow anklet for Eli nightlightning, and couldn't find anything for my Megan sweetiesun. I did manage to get condoms, lube, and Tylonol PM... and that was all free!
After hours of dodging Rick's new fan club, and running into people I already knew, it was time for some eats, so we headed to Joe's to eat. Jared was our waiter, and with the crowd and all the noise, it was still fabulous... that is, until Rick tried to set me on fire! Well.. tried is not exactly the right word... he DID set me on fire! I realize that my namesake is rebirthbyfire but that by no means implies that I actually like flame in my immediate proxiemity. I'm not sure how he did it, but he managed to set my hat on fire while we were sitting outside, at a crowded gay eating establishment. I don't even need to tell you the implications. My phone hadn't rang all day (fucking Suncom), but everyone else's was ringing off the hook. Something about Brandon and Harry... but I'm sure that's already appeared in a post or 12, so let's continue....
One Marta token, and a car ride home, and it was spin, dress, pack, and out the door to catch up with the other sister, the mysterious, and elusive Eric (aka Phoebe, aka musicboy). We found each other at Blake's, and proceeded to drink... and other things. Rick and I fought about who was gonna drive home. Personally, it's my philosophy that just because I managed to sneak you IN the 21+ bar, doesn't mean you're supposed to drink! I mean... it was NOT my weekend to play Mommy!! Anywho, we settled that and headed to Backstreet, where a drunk me did cartwheels in the streets and almost broke my ankle. Luckily, I was too intoxicated to really feel it, so I was ok. We all danced the night away, and I barely remember any of it. I do, however, remember the Disco Diner, which had the loudest, and tackiest music ever! And that's saying something coming from a group of fags.
Pretty soon, I realized the sun was rising and I forced everyone to hurry. I didn't wanna see it! Seeing the sun rise always fucks up my day! So, we made it back to Eric's (Thanks for driving, Sis), and crashed on the couch and floor. Saturday was a good day!
We awakened, made cinnamon rolls... some people smoked some pot, and I nursed a slightly swollen ankle. Got clean, packed the car, and headed to John's to grab the rest of the partiers and then shoot downtown for the parade. Parked on Spring and 5th... walked slowly... then, I realized it was about to fucking POUR!! So.. I did was any fag would do... sucked up the pain, and ran like hell! Rick and I just barely made it to Nikimoto's as a river literally ran throught it... "it" being the parade! We found Chris... who didn't quite manage to avoid the cometh of the rain. Even he wit was wet.
When we did finally gather everyone, we ate at Little Azio, this random lil' italian restaurant, where Christofairy managed to find the keys to an imported vehicle... and no, he didn't keep them. It was however, up for debate. Drew drewsjourney managed to call, and eventually find us. Apparently, he'd managed to get towed. Bah... so I had to drive him out past the Georgia Dome.. only to discover he had to go all the way back to North Avenue... for a release from the police. Then back to the tow yard. Did I mention the typhoon? Silly me! There was a typhoon. Did I mention that there were parts of I-75 where I had to drive 20 mph? I have now! It was awful! I didn't even get to Macon until about 10pm. Just in time for some dinner with Mom... which if you know me and my mother, you know lasted 2 hours. A care package drop and a brief tour of the other side of Macon put us back on the road home @ about midnight... and someone slept the WHOLE fucking way home... making me drive with no one to even talk to. I got to Claxton @ 2am.
So there.. I posted. Finally. And that is what happens... when Eli wakes me up at 2am. Grrrr... and I'm still not sleepy.
Personal Trip Statistics
Miles per tank of gas Artemis gets: about 400 (hwy)
Most repeated phrase: "No wonder everyone in Statesboro thinks you're a couple!"
Time it took John to find mistakes in the Transformer book: 13 minutes
Scariest moment: Being a real live Flaming Queen
Most orgasmic moment: The freakin' cheesecake @ Joe's (Gabby will agree)
I guess I should make a comment or two about the topic everyone seems to be talking about:
Rick and I...
There's not much to say really... other than the fact that we are in fact NOT dating. When and If that ever happens, I'm sure certain people will be told. We're friends, and we're close, and that's about all anyone needs to know. I'm a big girl.... I tie my own sandles and everything. And when and if I need help, I'll ask for it. But most importantly, if you wanna know something, ask me. I've never hidden things from anyone. So, let me get some questions out of the way...
Are we dating? No
Are we having sex? No
Do we spend a lot of time together? Yes
Is that going to change? Probably not... considering he's my roommate for next year!
Now.... since that should be enough to satisfy the masses for a bit (as far as posting is concerned), I may now attempt to sleep again.
Thank you, and good night!
*bows out*
I guess I could talk about Pride weekend! It was majorly fabulous on an International scale. Rick confrused and I left Claxton about 4:30, where he immediately proceeded to try and kill me. I can now honestly say that two of the scariest words in the english language are "Dodge" and "Caravan" which by the way, is exactly what we barely managed to do. Oh boy! It's not wonder everyone in Claxton had high insurance premiums. None of them can drive worth a damn.
Anywho, he drove, and I slept, and we switched off in Dublin. The slackass didn't wake up until we hit the Macon city limits, where we were supposed to have dinner with Josh Thornton, and my dearest Prue (aka Chris...aka applefantasy). Sadly, Chris was sick, and Josh was dying his hair, so we headed to my mom's house.
Rick has met my mother... and I can honestly say that he now has a better understanding of who I am, and where I came from. He should also now understand why I desperately detest the color pink. He's also met my sister, who thinks he's kinda cute, for a white boy. So, after bribing my mom to make some Low Country Boil for my return trip on Sunday, we headed over to Josh's (he lives in the same subdivision), and then to Buffalo's for what had to be the WORST service ever! Needless to say, my food was free. Oh... and Rick lost nut #2 for my windshield washer led's, so there was a short trip to Wal-Mart involved.
After a successful completion of my Macon Mission (to get Rick a fake id), we hit the road, and the dumbass slept almost the entire way to Atlanta. We got to John's, unloaded the car, changed clothes, and headed to Blake's to meet up with my Baby's Daddy (aka Chris Wilson), and some of his girlfrieds. From there, we roamed over to Red Chair, long enough to discover it's an S&M bar... "Stand and Model", and run into what would be the first set of Macon people for the weekend. A drag queen in boy drag by the name of Mercury! Haven't seen Mercury in a hot minute, and she and her little clique were all eyeing my somewhat clingy conpanion. We left there, and Rick and I walked around Piedmont, in the drizzly, misty rain and talked as I prepared him for the shell shock of Saturday's events. We encountered a small compliment of Black Peoples, one of which yelled to her light skinned friend "Bitch!! You're the whitest one of us... don't leave! Serial killers never kill white people first!" It was classic. As I was telling Rick that people have a tendency to have sex in the park at night, we spotted some mens doing just that! I believe Rick's words were "Good to know, Bad to see!" From there, it was back to Marietta to a Waffle House that took credit cards, then home. Gabby screamingturtle and Scott scotthnga15 learned that there is nothing on the WH menu that includes sour cream. Adam echo3347 was there too! I mustn't forget to mention Adam.
John swedenborgspace stayed awake long enough for us to get back so I could give him his gift!
Transformers: The Ultimate Guide!
Do you have any idea how hard it is to buy something for John that he doesn't already own? He's like.. the world's biggest kid... with a credit card! Anyway, Rick and I finished our Waffle Housed foodstuff, and passed out next to Gabby and Scott on the air matress. Saturday was gonna be a big day!
John was sweet enough to cook breakfast on Saturday, but I was a lazy slacker, and didn't bother to get up. I was itching to do some shopping, so a shower, wardrobe spin, and mapquest check later had Rick and I on the way to fabulously overpriced Phipps Plaza! We hit all the good places:
Versace
Saks Fifth Avenue
Gucci
A|X Armani Exchange
Tiffany & Co. (we didn't go in... we just looked.. from a distance!)
Gap (and GapKids for things in Rick's size)
Bombay Company
A&F
Needless to say, Rick kept his hands in his pockets in several of these places. Versace had a very nice $115 tie, and a even nicer $700 suit. Rick's not fun though, and didn't want to try anything on. Wimp! I did buy a clock and teddy bear @ Bombay, along with a birthday present of my mommy (June 28th is her birthday). Soon after, I managed to find Chris Fair blacksaxes... but not before buying a $6 sweater! You know me... can't resist a good sale.
We drove the cars to Chamblee, and rode the Marta to Midtown (there is no 10th St sation, btw)... yes... I rode the Marta. *Insert joke here*
Then came the park... 100,000 homosexuals, and 1,000 port-a-potties. It was a recipe for disaster! Greatfully, it was still fabulous, and I managed not to dirty my new white tennis shoes too much. I spent half the day shopping for people with no luck at all. They didn't have any of the stuff Lisa wanted. I found (and lost) a nice rainbow anklet for Eli nightlightning, and couldn't find anything for my Megan sweetiesun. I did manage to get condoms, lube, and Tylonol PM... and that was all free!
After hours of dodging Rick's new fan club, and running into people I already knew, it was time for some eats, so we headed to Joe's to eat. Jared was our waiter, and with the crowd and all the noise, it was still fabulous... that is, until Rick tried to set me on fire! Well.. tried is not exactly the right word... he DID set me on fire! I realize that my namesake is rebirthbyfire but that by no means implies that I actually like flame in my immediate proxiemity. I'm not sure how he did it, but he managed to set my hat on fire while we were sitting outside, at a crowded gay eating establishment. I don't even need to tell you the implications. My phone hadn't rang all day (fucking Suncom), but everyone else's was ringing off the hook. Something about Brandon and Harry... but I'm sure that's already appeared in a post or 12, so let's continue....
One Marta token, and a car ride home, and it was spin, dress, pack, and out the door to catch up with the other sister, the mysterious, and elusive Eric (aka Phoebe, aka musicboy). We found each other at Blake's, and proceeded to drink... and other things. Rick and I fought about who was gonna drive home. Personally, it's my philosophy that just because I managed to sneak you IN the 21+ bar, doesn't mean you're supposed to drink! I mean... it was NOT my weekend to play Mommy!! Anywho, we settled that and headed to Backstreet, where a drunk me did cartwheels in the streets and almost broke my ankle. Luckily, I was too intoxicated to really feel it, so I was ok. We all danced the night away, and I barely remember any of it. I do, however, remember the Disco Diner, which had the loudest, and tackiest music ever! And that's saying something coming from a group of fags.
Pretty soon, I realized the sun was rising and I forced everyone to hurry. I didn't wanna see it! Seeing the sun rise always fucks up my day! So, we made it back to Eric's (Thanks for driving, Sis), and crashed on the couch and floor. Saturday was a good day!
We awakened, made cinnamon rolls... some people smoked some pot, and I nursed a slightly swollen ankle. Got clean, packed the car, and headed to John's to grab the rest of the partiers and then shoot downtown for the parade. Parked on Spring and 5th... walked slowly... then, I realized it was about to fucking POUR!! So.. I did was any fag would do... sucked up the pain, and ran like hell! Rick and I just barely made it to Nikimoto's as a river literally ran throught it... "it" being the parade! We found Chris... who didn't quite manage to avoid the cometh of the rain. Even he wit was wet.
When we did finally gather everyone, we ate at Little Azio, this random lil' italian restaurant, where Christofairy managed to find the keys to an imported vehicle... and no, he didn't keep them. It was however, up for debate. Drew drewsjourney managed to call, and eventually find us. Apparently, he'd managed to get towed. Bah... so I had to drive him out past the Georgia Dome.. only to discover he had to go all the way back to North Avenue... for a release from the police. Then back to the tow yard. Did I mention the typhoon? Silly me! There was a typhoon. Did I mention that there were parts of I-75 where I had to drive 20 mph? I have now! It was awful! I didn't even get to Macon until about 10pm. Just in time for some dinner with Mom... which if you know me and my mother, you know lasted 2 hours. A care package drop and a brief tour of the other side of Macon put us back on the road home @ about midnight... and someone slept the WHOLE fucking way home... making me drive with no one to even talk to. I got to Claxton @ 2am.
So there.. I posted. Finally. And that is what happens... when Eli wakes me up at 2am. Grrrr... and I'm still not sleepy.
Personal Trip Statistics
Miles per tank of gas Artemis gets: about 400 (hwy)
Most repeated phrase: "No wonder everyone in Statesboro thinks you're a couple!"
Time it took John to find mistakes in the Transformer book: 13 minutes
Scariest moment: Being a real live Flaming Queen
Most orgasmic moment: The freakin' cheesecake @ Joe's (Gabby will agree)
I guess I should make a comment or two about the topic everyone seems to be talking about:
Rick and I...
There's not much to say really... other than the fact that we are in fact NOT dating. When and If that ever happens, I'm sure certain people will be told. We're friends, and we're close, and that's about all anyone needs to know. I'm a big girl.... I tie my own sandles and everything. And when and if I need help, I'll ask for it. But most importantly, if you wanna know something, ask me. I've never hidden things from anyone. So, let me get some questions out of the way...
Are we dating? No
Are we having sex? No
Do we spend a lot of time together? Yes
Is that going to change? Probably not... considering he's my roommate for next year!
Now.... since that should be enough to satisfy the masses for a bit (as far as posting is concerned), I may now attempt to sleep again.
Thank you, and good night!
*bows out*