Weekend Recap

let’s work our way backward.  this morning i am a zombie sipping coffee.  and this is office coffee.  i have yet to figure out how office coffee remains consistently bland and lifeless from industry to industry, sea to shining sea.  either way, it makes me feel less drunk.  which takes us to last night.

last night, my bff played wing man as we ventured to the “older lady spot”, as several of my younger friends call it.  you see, in atlanta, on the lesbo scene, there are often parties for the really young crowd (20ish… caps… white tees and so forth) and the really old crowd (canes *not kidding!  saw one last night*, pearls, dentures and so forth).  so the dilemma quickly becomes where to go if you’re somewhere in between?…  of course, one could choose to just not go out.  there are many other places besides the club to meet a nice lesbo in atlanta.  i just personally find that it’s one of few places where you can be 99% sure that a lesbo-ish-looking woman is in fact a lesbo.

furthermore, i recently made another declaration (if you’ve missed my explanation of a declaration, read older entries).  i have been single all year.  it’s served its purpose and i’m now over it.  i will bag some hot, young thing by the end of this summer.  i really don’t see doing this winter alone after the year i’ve had. 

so, with that said, the party last night was a bust!  i mean to say that each and every old lesbo in the joint was BUSTED!  save, of course, a few associates i’ve known forever.  i made the crowd a little easier on the eyes with generous servings of grey goose with peace schnapps, chilled with lime.  yaaaay last night… not so much now.  but ahead i forge.  i now have an official mission. 

um… let’s see… saturday…  i cleaned my apartment.  i sat around a little with my mini snuggle bunny before he was off to paw-paw’s (his grandfather).  i ventured out to a pool party/spoken word event.  besides the thick, muggy, mosquito-infested air, several women i could have done without ever seeing in a bathing suit, and very limited amount of eye candy, it was actually pretty cool. 

and finally, friday!  i hit up the local neighborhood bar with the bestie.  always good times!  our favie bartender and comedian is in mexico so we had to settle for martinis made with a lighter hand but they sufficed.  and i saw ms. passion.  she’s such a cutie.  yaaaay for being able to like someone without feeling the need to force it into something else… something more.  i guess there’s something to the automatic braking system i wrote of previously.  only, i’m not sure what happens now that i’ve decided i’m ready to cut the brake line and go full speed ahead.  i’ll careen head-on into either explosive bliss or spectacular disaster.  hey, what’s the worst that can happen?  *cue jaws theme music*