Best. Birthday. Ever.
If you judge a man by the company he keeps then I am the hottest, warmest, coolest, wittiest, cuddliest, funniest, sexiest, all around bestest guy you ever saw...and I even look great in a Donna Karan spaghetti-strap camisole (or is it LaCriox, sweetie...LaCroix).
We threw down at the inimitable Larry's Lounge to watch 32 hit Slappy the way an anvil hits Daffy Duck. It was the best party in my recent memory, and certainly the best birthday party I have ever had.
copperred came with his diabolical designs on D. I have a feeling D did not go back to Virginia last night ;-). itsabouttimedc came with a mischevious look on his face, and I hope he didn't mind too much that this bunch of yahoos took over his neighborhood bar. The three of us are going to see Margaret Cho tonight. I cannot wait!
J came with some wonderful news. It seems the Karma rebate showed up and he is finally starting to get what he richly deserves. He beat cancer. He is moving into a fabulous new apartment. He got a well-deserved promotion. BTW, he started last year with the company Omarosa worked for when she claimed she was a "political consultant". He did in one year what that fake lying whore couldn't do in her entire tenure. He started at the bottom of this company and is now a manager (...not a sales 'manager', not a retail manager, but a real-live manager. If this company really knew what they had in him he would be COO). He achieved this in a little over a year, with no experience in the field, and while going through a cancer treatment that would have broken anyone else. I can't tell you how honored I am to be counted among his friends.
C's commanding presence lent a genteel, refined flair to the room that is well above anything this piece of white trash deserves.
All the PW's guys came. Even the guy who I thought couldn't stand me. I am glad to have gotten the wrong impression about that :-). They were an absolute blast. There's a reason I have been trudging my Virginia (and now DC) ass out to Laurel almost every Monday night.
I will post the pics as soon as I figure out how to offload them from my new camera. Would you believe I have been a computer programmer for almost 10 years now? Well...most of the pics. One guy took a picture of his penis. I would prefer to have a picture of the rest of him, because I don't think I could identify his penis if it was walking down the street. "Oh, look. It's a penis. Have we met? How's it hanging? Apparently a little to the left."
There is so much that I am leaving out, but I have to get going. Before I do, I have to thank Justin for toting me around when I was not so Seven Habits yesterday. There were a couple of scheduling and supply chain snafus, but thanks to him I was able to recover and Bring It (the salmon, that is). If it weren't for his overwhelming patience and generosity I would have been up a creek.
There's this guy. He came all the way from way-out-there Maryland just to see me. Whenever I see him I turn into a seventh-grader. I irritate me when I am around him. I thought he was just being friendly. He had to beat me over the head to convey that he actually liked me. Obvious Man will swoop in and shower me with a recycling bin full of reasons why this probably won't last longer than two dates. If I give in I will get my heart stomped on; this is the only way this can go. But like a lemming to a cliff, I will do it anyway. Stupid, I know...but his smile lights up a room and I just can't stop staring. Stay tuned.
We threw down at the inimitable Larry's Lounge to watch 32 hit Slappy the way an anvil hits Daffy Duck. It was the best party in my recent memory, and certainly the best birthday party I have ever had.
copperred came with his diabolical designs on D. I have a feeling D did not go back to Virginia last night ;-). itsabouttimedc came with a mischevious look on his face, and I hope he didn't mind too much that this bunch of yahoos took over his neighborhood bar. The three of us are going to see Margaret Cho tonight. I cannot wait!
J came with some wonderful news. It seems the Karma rebate showed up and he is finally starting to get what he richly deserves. He beat cancer. He is moving into a fabulous new apartment. He got a well-deserved promotion. BTW, he started last year with the company Omarosa worked for when she claimed she was a "political consultant". He did in one year what that fake lying whore couldn't do in her entire tenure. He started at the bottom of this company and is now a manager (...not a sales 'manager', not a retail manager, but a real-live manager. If this company really knew what they had in him he would be COO). He achieved this in a little over a year, with no experience in the field, and while going through a cancer treatment that would have broken anyone else. I can't tell you how honored I am to be counted among his friends.
C's commanding presence lent a genteel, refined flair to the room that is well above anything this piece of white trash deserves.
All the PW's guys came. Even the guy who I thought couldn't stand me. I am glad to have gotten the wrong impression about that :-). They were an absolute blast. There's a reason I have been trudging my Virginia (and now DC) ass out to Laurel almost every Monday night.
I will post the pics as soon as I figure out how to offload them from my new camera. Would you believe I have been a computer programmer for almost 10 years now? Well...most of the pics. One guy took a picture of his penis. I would prefer to have a picture of the rest of him, because I don't think I could identify his penis if it was walking down the street. "Oh, look. It's a penis. Have we met? How's it hanging? Apparently a little to the left."
There is so much that I am leaving out, but I have to get going. Before I do, I have to thank Justin for toting me around when I was not so Seven Habits yesterday. There were a couple of scheduling and supply chain snafus, but thanks to him I was able to recover and Bring It (the salmon, that is). If it weren't for his overwhelming patience and generosity I would have been up a creek.
There's this guy. He came all the way from way-out-there Maryland just to see me. Whenever I see him I turn into a seventh-grader. I irritate me when I am around him. I thought he was just being friendly. He had to beat me over the head to convey that he actually liked me. Obvious Man will swoop in and shower me with a recycling bin full of reasons why this probably won't last longer than two dates. If I give in I will get my heart stomped on; this is the only way this can go. But like a lemming to a cliff, I will do it anyway. Stupid, I know...but his smile lights up a room and I just can't stop staring. Stay tuned.