I have both excellent things and a few bad things to report.
I shall start with the excellent things:
1) She Wants Revenge is playing tonight, and we are going. This has special significance because the first time we ever slept together was after that first She Wants Revenge show, and is therefore of sentimental value.
2) I've discoved that my NYC friends are in town this weekend not next weekend. And since the Boy will be in Dallas I can steal his car to drive down there, because mine wouldn't make it. (He has of course okay-ed this. I'd never steal it without permission) And also because next weekend the Boy's step-sister is getting married so we need to be in Sonoma for that.
And the shitty things:
1) Boy is going to Dallas till tuesday and leaving me lonely and bereft.
2) We have to get up before the asscrack of dawn to get the Boy to the airport. And we'll probably have not slept, and possibly still be drunk from the show. (See above)
3) I only have 16 hours at work next week. 16. I'm so fucked it's not even funny.
4) And because of 3), I will be looking for a restaurant job, posthaste.
Expect pictures of romping done in SF.
And I shall have a fucking great time tonight, and try not to think about the mornings when I'll be waking up by myself.
I shall start with the excellent things:
1) She Wants Revenge is playing tonight, and we are going. This has special significance because the first time we ever slept together was after that first She Wants Revenge show, and is therefore of sentimental value.
2) I've discoved that my NYC friends are in town this weekend not next weekend. And since the Boy will be in Dallas I can steal his car to drive down there, because mine wouldn't make it. (He has of course okay-ed this. I'd never steal it without permission) And also because next weekend the Boy's step-sister is getting married so we need to be in Sonoma for that.
And the shitty things:
1) Boy is going to Dallas till tuesday and leaving me lonely and bereft.
2) We have to get up before the asscrack of dawn to get the Boy to the airport. And we'll probably have not slept, and possibly still be drunk from the show. (See above)
3) I only have 16 hours at work next week. 16. I'm so fucked it's not even funny.
4) And because of 3), I will be looking for a restaurant job, posthaste.
Expect pictures of romping done in SF.
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I gotta have lunch with the Family, and then hang out with them for a while.
I will call, we'll figure it out.