Thanks for all your comments on my last post...I love the feedback, as I strive to achieve the act of displaying feelings in a way that provokes them...you're FABULOUS!
Stacey just left on her way to the airport. It bothers me that she won't let me take her, but my paranoia with flying, I think, makes her want me to stay away. I love to fly, because I'm no longer scared of anything happening to me, but after you lose people most important to your life, it brings a fear of losing others...and there are images that I associate to flying now, as I'm sure many do. ANYWAY...I'm getting off subject here.
We went to Indy for the weekend and it was most fulfilling. We left Saturday morning after I got off work...(no rest for the wicked)...and stopped off at my grandma's on the way...Let me break in here and explain a little about my family. THEY ARE ALL IN MY BUSINESS. My Italian grandmother fits the stereotype to perfection. So, they were all excited that me and my "friend" were going to Indy. She tells my uncle Norm, who is cool as hell AND owns a car dealership knows how I feel about the kitty-car mustangs, and offers to let us take one for the weekend. I happily trade off and we are on our way.
Convertible top down...the ponies growling underneath us...and 75 fucking GLORIOUS degrees outside. It was perfect. One of those "perfect moments" that you wish for death because you can't imagine it getting any better than this.
We checked into our hotel...we were on the 8th floor...makes for a long elevator ride (story for later...heheee). We spent some time relaxing in the glorified bathtub that would fit two more people...(any volunteers?) We played in the water, which is fun, yet challenging (if you have ever, you know just what I'm talking about...if you haven't, what are you waiting for?) Then taking special attention to getting ready for our evening, we got ready. I love that Stace couldn't keep her hands off of me, it's something with the mix of peach lotion and "happy" cologne that gets her. No complaints.
We went first to a club to dance and play and well, get drunk. There were actually boys out on the dance floor, which was nice to see...however, I found myself staring...Ran into a couple of friends from when I ran around Indy all the time, I sang in their band for a summer in-between jobs. It was very cool to see them, and didn't take any convincing to get them to come to the strip club across the street with us. Imagine that!
So, off we went...no cover for girls to get in...one of the MANY perks of being a woman. I was concerned for about 2 minutes, noticing we were the only girls in the joint, with our clothes on, that is. Didn't take long to draw attention this way, that's for sure. More drinking...When the two boys we were with left...(headed home to their wives
) the men poured all over Stace and I. It actually got to be a little annoying. "yes, thank you...no...won't kiss her if you'll buy us a drink...okay, thanks anyway..." Stacey says I'm too fucking nice. Maybe she's right. The girls were niiiiceeeee...however, it actually seemed redundant to be here and know that I have this incredible creature sitting next to me that I get to take home. I managed to enjoy myself though... I saw the funniest thing I had seen all year though...a guy, who wasn't drunk, mind you...decided to play air-violin to "toxic" by Britney Spears. I didn't think I would ever stop laughing.
It was a 'had to be there' moment.
Uggghhh...so, long story short (I seem to make BOOKS out of my posts, sorry) It was a great weekend, I'll save the elevator story for another time...we came home last night, spent the whole night saying goodbye and she left about an hour and 1/2 ago. She will always keep a spot in my heart, she's an incredible woman.
So, I hope happiness and sunshine found you this weekend...tell me this, what is the last thing that happened that made you "belly laugh"?
Stacey just left on her way to the airport. It bothers me that she won't let me take her, but my paranoia with flying, I think, makes her want me to stay away. I love to fly, because I'm no longer scared of anything happening to me, but after you lose people most important to your life, it brings a fear of losing others...and there are images that I associate to flying now, as I'm sure many do. ANYWAY...I'm getting off subject here.
We went to Indy for the weekend and it was most fulfilling. We left Saturday morning after I got off work...(no rest for the wicked)...and stopped off at my grandma's on the way...Let me break in here and explain a little about my family. THEY ARE ALL IN MY BUSINESS. My Italian grandmother fits the stereotype to perfection. So, they were all excited that me and my "friend" were going to Indy. She tells my uncle Norm, who is cool as hell AND owns a car dealership knows how I feel about the kitty-car mustangs, and offers to let us take one for the weekend. I happily trade off and we are on our way.
Convertible top down...the ponies growling underneath us...and 75 fucking GLORIOUS degrees outside. It was perfect. One of those "perfect moments" that you wish for death because you can't imagine it getting any better than this.
We checked into our hotel...we were on the 8th floor...makes for a long elevator ride (story for later...heheee). We spent some time relaxing in the glorified bathtub that would fit two more people...(any volunteers?) We played in the water, which is fun, yet challenging (if you have ever, you know just what I'm talking about...if you haven't, what are you waiting for?) Then taking special attention to getting ready for our evening, we got ready. I love that Stace couldn't keep her hands off of me, it's something with the mix of peach lotion and "happy" cologne that gets her. No complaints.
We went first to a club to dance and play and well, get drunk. There were actually boys out on the dance floor, which was nice to see...however, I found myself staring...Ran into a couple of friends from when I ran around Indy all the time, I sang in their band for a summer in-between jobs. It was very cool to see them, and didn't take any convincing to get them to come to the strip club across the street with us. Imagine that!
So, off we went...no cover for girls to get in...one of the MANY perks of being a woman. I was concerned for about 2 minutes, noticing we were the only girls in the joint, with our clothes on, that is. Didn't take long to draw attention this way, that's for sure. More drinking...When the two boys we were with left...(headed home to their wives
) the men poured all over Stace and I. It actually got to be a little annoying. "yes, thank you...no...won't kiss her if you'll buy us a drink...okay, thanks anyway..." Stacey says I'm too fucking nice. Maybe she's right. The girls were niiiiceeeee...however, it actually seemed redundant to be here and know that I have this incredible creature sitting next to me that I get to take home. I managed to enjoy myself though... I saw the funniest thing I had seen all year though...a guy, who wasn't drunk, mind you...decided to play air-violin to "toxic" by Britney Spears. I didn't think I would ever stop laughing.
It was a 'had to be there' moment.
Uggghhh...so, long story short (I seem to make BOOKS out of my posts, sorry) It was a great weekend, I'll save the elevator story for another time...we came home last night, spent the whole night saying goodbye and she left about an hour and 1/2 ago. She will always keep a spot in my heart, she's an incredible woman.
So, I hope happiness and sunshine found you this weekend...tell me this, what is the last thing that happened that made you "belly laugh"?
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Mine was pretty good - I ended up meeting a ton of my crush's friends all at once on Saturday night. I was worried there were going to be a bunch of asshole guy friends that consider her part of their unofficial territory. But they all turned out to be pretty cool people, which is a new experience for me. Gotta smile about that.