It's Not Easy Being Green
Another weekend at Collective Speed, as kangitanka3 would say - whew! Got my hairs trimmed with Mermaid after work Friday. No longer doing my sheep dog impression. Hurrah! Afterwards, headed over to the Collective. Was v. tired as only had 4.5 hours of sleep after The Church Thursday, but it was lovely to hang out with kangitanka3 and Dman, meamgrimlock, lys1022, jertzie, KingWamba, katjabee and TheBB73. Even had the opportunity for a nice one-on-one chat with BB…first of many, I hope! Went home around 10:30pm, watched Farscape (couldn’t stand knowing it was on and I wasn’t watching, even though I taped it; sound the geek alert!) and went to bed.
Saturday, of course, was the Greenville Avenue St. Patrick’s Day Parade.
Met Mousie and Ravenous at IHOP at 9am for sustenance and lots of much needed coffee (such as it is). FlamingoKing was going to meet us at the parade as his stomach was unwell. Poor buffalobills opted to be responsible and work some OT and dig out from the pile on her desk. Told her to call so we could hook up later. Found our usual spot on Greenville just north of Yale (thankfully somewhat shaded as it got up near 80°). Since the party favor temporary tattoos I bought required water and we had none, I walked up to a convenience store at University to remedy the situation.
Who did I see there but some of my managers (Sr. VP and VP over Nat’l Field Training)! Ack! They asked us to join them but it would have been weird getting drunk and dropping F-Bombs with my boss’ boss’ boss. (Not that we don’t do the latter at work but, well, ergh. I don’t trust her as far as I could throw her Lexus SUV but she’d be OK to hang with once I quit working there. Heh.) Used the shade and lack of sunscreen as an excuse to stay put. Got back and FlamingoKing was there, Powers Extra Gold Irish Whiskey in tow. W00t! Massive consumption ensued. Soon we had given Mousie and FK cute shamrock tattoos on their respective faces, while mine still decorates my cleavage. Ravenous opted for the Irish Third Eye right in the middle of his forehead. LMAO!
The parade itself was great fun and considerably more adult than last year’s. Several strip joints had floats. Highlights? One white thong-clad butt bedecked in shamrock stickers (and suspiciously red from a presumed plethora of spankings), dual-grinding girls on a float with a pole and lots of wee plaid skirts. Ravenous practically had rabies by the time all was said and done. One crew invited him on their float but declined. (He’s ultimately such the married guy... though there was much wailing and nashing of teeth about it all day. LOL!)
Other debauchery included tequila shots delivered via squirt guns, my green bra earning lots of beads and a lesbian flirting with me (although I’m a little slow and failed to realize it until hours later), and faux Mormons on bikes with beers. Cool to see Drowning Pool on the KEGL float as well. Oooh! The float for Mike’s Treehouse had a real live white tiger! I wanted to hug him but Mousie seemed sure he would eat my head. I told her no, he would know I’m a fellow feline and not just a snack. (She still didn’t believe me. Harumph.)
Of interest to SAPA-ites, we spotted the entry for Scarborough Faire. The look on blondelace's face when she first spotted Ravenous was priceless, but Delia’s full-on body squnch won him many admiring looks. I shared cleavage space with divalace and KitKat as well. So good to see those gorgous gals!
Parading done, we headed for Trinity Hall to grab a smackerel of lunch (and more booze). Their curry sauce for fries is really lovely! I only had a few, then snagged a great salad - Salmon on spring greens (including capers and a nice lemon vinaigrette). Mmmm, yummy! Lots of water to rehydrate and dodge a killer hangover (it worked! W00t!), then tried a Snakebite or two - half Strongbow Cider and half Harp. ::drools:: Ravenous soon realized that we in fact had a quartet. We were nearly tipsy enough to sing at full volume, and were v. surprised that after 5+ years we remembered as much as we did. Omni Uber Alles - LOL!
The day’s other stop was to The Crews Inn to visit SnuggleBear, FlamingoKing’s sweetie. Met some colorful characters (lovers who look like siblings that go by “Dad” & “Boy” and Jackee, diva drag queen) and had some killer shots. FK taught Snuggle to make Bend Me Over Daddy shots; only he made them cocktail sized. Ack! I switched to 7&7 but those were interrupted experimental tasters. (We tried to create a new shot - The Flaming Irishman - but the layers wouldn’t quite work to make the pretty colors. Grand Marnier, Midori and 151 set aflame. Wow.) buffalobills called around 4:30pm, just leaving work. Ugh. Poor dear was beat down and headed home to recover. Missed her lots and lots.
By this time it was about 6:30pm and we were again getting peckish. FK opted to stay with his sweetie, so we went back to Chez Mousie to get RobMan and begin the Irish conquest of Japan. Had good sushi at Yamaguchi’s (near the Inwood), plus a Sapporo, edamame and green tea ice cream. V. happy seafood slut was I. Soon, Chez Mousie beckoned, luring us with the promise of more Powers Extra Gold and Young’s Double Chocolate Stout. (I abstained from RobMan’s kind cigar offer, as am still snurfy from flu.)
Ravenous brought a DVD of “Ringu” (the Japanese version of “The Ring”) - v. good and v. creepy. (Yes, cluegirl, I did once again attempt subtitles while drunk. It was a group effort, but we muddled through.) Another of Ravenous’ friends came over, bearing a gift of “Undercover Brother” on DVD. I was drunk enough not to protest. It was quite funny, and I don’t think that’s just the Powers talking!
Finally wafted homeward and crawled into bed at 3am. Decided to spend today tending to chores and getting prepared for the week ahead, decompressing a little as the coming week is shaping up to be crazy too. Having a potluck tomorrow; need to make Shepherd’s Pie to bring. Upcoming? TV Night with meatpie and katiebare, Ostara, a farewell party for a friend of buffalobills and The General, Oscars (and hopefully a movie blitz with Mousie to get caught up)… then the next week I’m in training all week with the Mortgage Banker’s Assn. Of America. (Grueling long session, but will raise my skill level to justify a promotion to a Level II instructor - providing Sr. management keeps their word.) Man, I’m tired just typing about it.
OK, off to do laundry, clean hammie cage and get ready for “Alias” and “Six Feet Under.” Toodles, kiddies!
Saturday, of course, was the Greenville Avenue St. Patrick’s Day Parade.
Met Mousie and Ravenous at IHOP at 9am for sustenance and lots of much needed coffee (such as it is). FlamingoKing was going to meet us at the parade as his stomach was unwell. Poor buffalobills opted to be responsible and work some OT and dig out from the pile on her desk. Told her to call so we could hook up later. Found our usual spot on Greenville just north of Yale (thankfully somewhat shaded as it got up near 80°). Since the party favor temporary tattoos I bought required water and we had none, I walked up to a convenience store at University to remedy the situation.
Who did I see there but some of my managers (Sr. VP and VP over Nat’l Field Training)! Ack! They asked us to join them but it would have been weird getting drunk and dropping F-Bombs with my boss’ boss’ boss. (Not that we don’t do the latter at work but, well, ergh. I don’t trust her as far as I could throw her Lexus SUV but she’d be OK to hang with once I quit working there. Heh.) Used the shade and lack of sunscreen as an excuse to stay put. Got back and FlamingoKing was there, Powers Extra Gold Irish Whiskey in tow. W00t! Massive consumption ensued. Soon we had given Mousie and FK cute shamrock tattoos on their respective faces, while mine still decorates my cleavage. Ravenous opted for the Irish Third Eye right in the middle of his forehead. LMAO!
The parade itself was great fun and considerably more adult than last year’s. Several strip joints had floats. Highlights? One white thong-clad butt bedecked in shamrock stickers (and suspiciously red from a presumed plethora of spankings), dual-grinding girls on a float with a pole and lots of wee plaid skirts. Ravenous practically had rabies by the time all was said and done. One crew invited him on their float but declined. (He’s ultimately such the married guy... though there was much wailing and nashing of teeth about it all day. LOL!)
Other debauchery included tequila shots delivered via squirt guns, my green bra earning lots of beads and a lesbian flirting with me (although I’m a little slow and failed to realize it until hours later), and faux Mormons on bikes with beers. Cool to see Drowning Pool on the KEGL float as well. Oooh! The float for Mike’s Treehouse had a real live white tiger! I wanted to hug him but Mousie seemed sure he would eat my head. I told her no, he would know I’m a fellow feline and not just a snack. (She still didn’t believe me. Harumph.)
Of interest to SAPA-ites, we spotted the entry for Scarborough Faire. The look on blondelace's face when she first spotted Ravenous was priceless, but Delia’s full-on body squnch won him many admiring looks. I shared cleavage space with divalace and KitKat as well. So good to see those gorgous gals!
Parading done, we headed for Trinity Hall to grab a smackerel of lunch (and more booze). Their curry sauce for fries is really lovely! I only had a few, then snagged a great salad - Salmon on spring greens (including capers and a nice lemon vinaigrette). Mmmm, yummy! Lots of water to rehydrate and dodge a killer hangover (it worked! W00t!), then tried a Snakebite or two - half Strongbow Cider and half Harp. ::drools:: Ravenous soon realized that we in fact had a quartet. We were nearly tipsy enough to sing at full volume, and were v. surprised that after 5+ years we remembered as much as we did. Omni Uber Alles - LOL!
The day’s other stop was to The Crews Inn to visit SnuggleBear, FlamingoKing’s sweetie. Met some colorful characters (lovers who look like siblings that go by “Dad” & “Boy” and Jackee, diva drag queen) and had some killer shots. FK taught Snuggle to make Bend Me Over Daddy shots; only he made them cocktail sized. Ack! I switched to 7&7 but those were interrupted experimental tasters. (We tried to create a new shot - The Flaming Irishman - but the layers wouldn’t quite work to make the pretty colors. Grand Marnier, Midori and 151 set aflame. Wow.) buffalobills called around 4:30pm, just leaving work. Ugh. Poor dear was beat down and headed home to recover. Missed her lots and lots.
By this time it was about 6:30pm and we were again getting peckish. FK opted to stay with his sweetie, so we went back to Chez Mousie to get RobMan and begin the Irish conquest of Japan. Had good sushi at Yamaguchi’s (near the Inwood), plus a Sapporo, edamame and green tea ice cream. V. happy seafood slut was I. Soon, Chez Mousie beckoned, luring us with the promise of more Powers Extra Gold and Young’s Double Chocolate Stout. (I abstained from RobMan’s kind cigar offer, as am still snurfy from flu.)
Ravenous brought a DVD of “Ringu” (the Japanese version of “The Ring”) - v. good and v. creepy. (Yes, cluegirl, I did once again attempt subtitles while drunk. It was a group effort, but we muddled through.) Another of Ravenous’ friends came over, bearing a gift of “Undercover Brother” on DVD. I was drunk enough not to protest. It was quite funny, and I don’t think that’s just the Powers talking!
Finally wafted homeward and crawled into bed at 3am. Decided to spend today tending to chores and getting prepared for the week ahead, decompressing a little as the coming week is shaping up to be crazy too. Having a potluck tomorrow; need to make Shepherd’s Pie to bring. Upcoming? TV Night with meatpie and katiebare, Ostara, a farewell party for a friend of buffalobills and The General, Oscars (and hopefully a movie blitz with Mousie to get caught up)… then the next week I’m in training all week with the Mortgage Banker’s Assn. Of America. (Grueling long session, but will raise my skill level to justify a promotion to a Level II instructor - providing Sr. management keeps their word.) Man, I’m tired just typing about it.
OK, off to do laundry, clean hammie cage and get ready for “Alias” and “Six Feet Under.” Toodles, kiddies!