Words from the TPG
Friday night was great. Saturday night was better. Sunday sucked big time.
Friday dinner at VooDoo-great time as always. Good people. Good food even though I wasn't hungry. Disappointed no one from the TPG crowd was going onward to Spiders. Considered different options, then decided I had a lot to do Saturday and went home.
Saturday was full of oddball stuff and errands. Dropped Dale,after running him around, at his house and went shopping at Sam's. Got a cheesecake for dinner. Went to see Van Helsing in the afternoon after going back to retrieve Dale..who proceeded to get his door lock broken-something he knew how to fix but needed some stupid special tool. Cam back an got ready, then tried to balance too much stuff on the way out the door and the cake slid off the box and went splat. SIGH. Already late because the movie was long and I didn't have the heart to leave the kid alone with a roast with no gravy. Dale makes gravy by burning flour in a pan and...well, I'm not sure what else but its not something you want to swallow. Time with friends was great. There was a disappointment but I let it pass. Still, there was that haunting of things gone by...too much trust and then that little surprise that things you felt or thought existed were just in your head. Hope they liked the box. Decided to swing by the Phoenix on the way home....just for a few minutes. Crawled into the house at 730 am. I had a great time though. Chatted with the DJ a while...it was like there was no time lost between us. A guy came up and joined in the conversation, I mentioned I was going upstairs for a drink, and he said the manager is up there. I said AND? The inference was women aren't allowed up there, but he didn't say it in so many words. I just went on up. Nothing had changed...like stepping back in time. Except now I only knew a couple people. I kept saying make the drinks weaker, but Brian kept pouring me shots. No idea why I swallowed them, I really don't like that cactus stuff. GRIN. We sat and told stories of long ago. A guy came up and went over to him and said THERE'S A GIRL UP HERE. Brian seemed rather tickled with that revelation, but he told the guy nah...and he said he explained who I was. I said do I want to hear that explanation?? We laughed even harder at that. When it was time to close up, on an odd whim he said lets go see Marty...and off we went. Ended up on Rampart street at a Starlight something. Used to be Wolfendales...but its lost that fake classy air; not to mention the purple pool table. Still...it was a great time. So NOW I say NO, I'm not swallowing anymore of that cactus stuff...yuck. SO...Marty pours peppermint. GRIN. It was great to catch up on a lot of the drama and gossip I'd walked away from. We all sat and talked of honor and friends, love and life, and the time flew by. When I noticed it was light out, I knew it was not a good sign. Being Mother's Day, I had promised we could go to Six Flags. Me and my tummy did not feel like Six Flags when I woke up. The hand made card and Tigger shirt...plus the ticket bought with money saved from spending money she was given to spend on her band trip convinced me I needed to make the best of it. I left that batman thing for a day when I have better sense than to swallow stuff I don't like. GRIN.
Friday dinner at VooDoo-great time as always. Good people. Good food even though I wasn't hungry. Disappointed no one from the TPG crowd was going onward to Spiders. Considered different options, then decided I had a lot to do Saturday and went home.
Saturday was full of oddball stuff and errands. Dropped Dale,after running him around, at his house and went shopping at Sam's. Got a cheesecake for dinner. Went to see Van Helsing in the afternoon after going back to retrieve Dale..who proceeded to get his door lock broken-something he knew how to fix but needed some stupid special tool. Cam back an got ready, then tried to balance too much stuff on the way out the door and the cake slid off the box and went splat. SIGH. Already late because the movie was long and I didn't have the heart to leave the kid alone with a roast with no gravy. Dale makes gravy by burning flour in a pan and...well, I'm not sure what else but its not something you want to swallow. Time with friends was great. There was a disappointment but I let it pass. Still, there was that haunting of things gone by...too much trust and then that little surprise that things you felt or thought existed were just in your head. Hope they liked the box. Decided to swing by the Phoenix on the way home....just for a few minutes. Crawled into the house at 730 am. I had a great time though. Chatted with the DJ a while...it was like there was no time lost between us. A guy came up and joined in the conversation, I mentioned I was going upstairs for a drink, and he said the manager is up there. I said AND? The inference was women aren't allowed up there, but he didn't say it in so many words. I just went on up. Nothing had changed...like stepping back in time. Except now I only knew a couple people. I kept saying make the drinks weaker, but Brian kept pouring me shots. No idea why I swallowed them, I really don't like that cactus stuff. GRIN. We sat and told stories of long ago. A guy came up and went over to him and said THERE'S A GIRL UP HERE. Brian seemed rather tickled with that revelation, but he told the guy nah...and he said he explained who I was. I said do I want to hear that explanation?? We laughed even harder at that. When it was time to close up, on an odd whim he said lets go see Marty...and off we went. Ended up on Rampart street at a Starlight something. Used to be Wolfendales...but its lost that fake classy air; not to mention the purple pool table. Still...it was a great time. So NOW I say NO, I'm not swallowing anymore of that cactus stuff...yuck. SO...Marty pours peppermint. GRIN. It was great to catch up on a lot of the drama and gossip I'd walked away from. We all sat and talked of honor and friends, love and life, and the time flew by. When I noticed it was light out, I knew it was not a good sign. Being Mother's Day, I had promised we could go to Six Flags. Me and my tummy did not feel like Six Flags when I woke up. The hand made card and Tigger shirt...plus the ticket bought with money saved from spending money she was given to spend on her band trip convinced me I needed to make the best of it. I left that batman thing for a day when I have better sense than to swallow stuff I don't like. GRIN.