saudade.

saudade.

constantly.

sigh.

...and it's Monday again...

Let's have a sum up of the awesomeness that was my weekend, shalst we?

Friday I had a date with a six pack of Newcastle's, some zombie movies, and my couch... we had a good time. I couldn't sleep for some reason though, I think it's because I dozed off on the couch and had one of my dreams and didn't particularly want to go back to it... they make me sad. So I came to my room and turned on some Red House Painters and danced myself to sleep... after about a half an hour I was too tired to stand up. I kinda felt like I was in a scene from one of those indie movies where the eccentric girl gets caught doing something, well... eccentric. In the movies, it's cute and endearing. In real life, I bet I'd get laughed at. Fact of life though, I am the eccentric girl; I'm okay with it. (Eccentric sounds so much nicer than weird, doesn't it?)

Saturday I hopped in TOWANDA and took my happy ass to Pride Fest in Tower Grove. I got to see muh Rav Rav, who I hadn't seen in at least a year, and ran into some folks I haven't seen in forfuckingever. Margaret Cho was a fucking winner, she smoked pot on stage, molestered a hot 22 year old, and made some pretty funny gay jokes. There was live music, lots of friendly people, and all kinds of scantily clad attractive folks running around. SO MANY EPIC TATTOOS. I got a lot of comments on mine, which made my day since that was the first time I'd really gotten to show it off. And, most importantly, I GOT TO DANCE. Ahh, my soul feels so much better now. It's almost as good, if not better, than sex. I never feel dirty or used after dancing. Just satisfied. Plus, you can do it in public without getting arrested. Always a bonus. A fifth and a half of vodka later I ended up at the Shanti. There was this dude, whose name now escapes me, playing a free solo set and I sat and chatted with his old lady. (At least I think she was. They were there together, riding in the same car, at any rate.) More dancing, and some pretty interesting covers. He had this one of the Gorillaz song... that also now escapes me... Anyway. You get my point. I was in the process of getting a cd of his when T-Rav uppercut me in his flamboyance. Good thing I have a hard head. I honestly didn't even really feel it, and there was no residual damage. I honestly forgot about it till just now. My evening concluded with banana-fucking-pancakes, which were so amazingly awesome. YAY for Uncle Bill's.

Sunday I had to drive back and be at work at noon... which is kind of the opposite of what I wanted to be doing, I would have rather been in the parade... but that's life. It was like 90* before noon yesterday though, so being inside in the air conditioning was no real hardship. And work was ridiculously slow. I spent most of it reading and dicking around with the copy machines. Then Jess kidnapped me and took me home to feed me homemade waffles. YES. FUCKING. WAFFLES. 

Monday, which would be today, I slept in, woke up, made coffee and made more breakfast. Crescent rolls, bacon, and eggs. I have eaten nothing but breakfast food for 3 days straight... and I am so completely okay with this. Perhaps tomorrow I will do french toast. muahahahaha.

And thus concludes an epic weekend, which I needed desperately. The cobwebs have now been shaken from my think box. I'm going to try and keep this feeling going, I gotta stay busy, I'm so much happier that way. This sitting at home and reading all the time is for the birds, it keeps me inside my head too much. 

Besides, if I dance more, I won't miss ...you... quite so much.

Or sex.

 

Maybe.