oddgirl’s blog

You know me. You know I want an iPhone. I’m a gadget hound who doesn’t fear firstgen products. I don’t have kids to send to college. I don’t have a mortgage. I love Apple products.

Plus my trusty Razr is on it’s last legs (I’m tough on cell phones). It’s crashed a few times recently. It’s been getting so much dust under the glass that I can’t even read the screen in the sunshine.

Alas, at 6 pm tonight I’ll still be working. If they sell out on Day 1, that answers that question for me.

Otherwise, when I wake up in the morning tomorrow, I’ll have a decision to make.

Woke up on Friday night in the middle of the night with a horrible sore throat – which meant all weekend plans were soon to be canceled. Managed to make it to my haircut yesterday morning – sitting up was hard and I just wanted her to be done cutting. And by noon I was home with a nasty head cold and cough. And that is how I spent Pride ‘07. I’m getting a little crazy being cooped up. Hoping to be well enough tomorrow to go to work.

but boy I still feel like crap.

If you’ve been reading my blog for awhile, you know that Pride is something that I’ve both looked forward to and dreaded alternately, depending on the year. I either am gangbusters “what could happen?” or I hightail it out of town.

This year it’s more of a general ambivalence – I was having pretty strong “I’m gonna rock Pride!” feelings a couple weeks ago. I made a bunch of plans for Saturday (which has become my more favorite of the two days of Pride in the last few years – smaller crowds with a higher girl percentage). I talked to some friends about seeing some movies at the festival.

But, now that it is upon me, I just can’t seem to get motivated. I’m still going to run around the park and hit some BBQs tomorrow, but I’m skipping Sunday altogether in favor of seeing a friends and family showing of Ratatouille at Pixar on Sunday morning and then lunch with the friends I’m seeing it with. After that I’m planning on going into the office to have some quiet time where I might actually get some writing done. I’m actually looking forward to some time in the office with no meetings and nobody asking me to make any decisions more than being surrounded by the Gays, drinking and dancing in the streets.

I still feel like I’m as gay as ever. Not sure where my desire to go out and celebrate that went.

Everything came together perfectly today – my friends, the weather, the food, everything. I always feel like I should write something on days like this so that I can remember them and then on the bad days I can call it up and pull that feeling back and know what’s possible.

On one of my many social networking profiles I say something about how much I like to throw my various groups of friends together and see how it works out, and today it was a golden moment. There were some work and other gamer folks, one of my oldest friends in the City, one of my best friends and a pal of his from out of town who I’ve only met once (but really liked) and then a whole bunch of members of my tribe. There was sun and warmth and all kinda of laughter. And there was plenty of a delicious strawberry-rhubarb-brandy-wine cocktail, lots of BBQ oysters, mango-butter oysters, beer, lambsicles and too-many-other-tasty-treats to mention here.

And now I’m home with an easy feeling about me and have the rest of the evening to get myself prepped for the week ahead and then head off to bed at a decent hour.

I’m damn lucky.

Thanks to Ernie for pointing this one out: …documents show the Air Force lab asked for $7.5 million to develop such a chemical weapon.

wow.

Running a half dozen errands this morning, both virtual and RL. Paramount was getting Cheese to the vet for a whopping $164 worth of vaccinations. I’ve been going to the same vet office for about the 15 years or so and today had my favorite vet. She hadn’t met the Cheese before today and he was in rare affectionate form (for a trip to the vet) and won her over. She’s been through many a cat emergency with me and it was nice to see her and have her remember me and my pre-Cheese cats.

Some shopping. Some software updating (re-installing WoW on my PC so maybe I can play a bit this afternoon hopefully; recalling passwords long stored on my currently loaned out Mac that I just don’t even think about so I can get to my stuff). Some cooking shortly (smoked tomato and pasilla chile salsa) and then out for more shopping in prep for tomorrow. If last weekend was reclusive and stagnant, this weekend looks to be filled with activity, friends and getting outside.

Today is feeling like an odd Saturday. After taking Thursday off of work, yesterday felt like Monday and I was surprised to have a day off today. I’m all outta whack.

Possible Sopranos spoilers ahead… and if you don’t watch the Sopranos… you can move along. Nothing for you to see here…

Like many of my fellow Soprano fans, I watched tonight’s episode perched on the edge of my seat. Everytime an extra showed up in the background I thought someone was going to get whacked. I thought the cat was going to set off a pipe bomb. When Paulie got shot would it mess up his hair? Would Silvio live or would someone come in and whack them all when they visited him in the hospital?

My prediction and hope has long been that Meadow would take the reins and run the family after Tony was gone. And in the end, that could be what happened… The guy in the Members Only jacked (never, never trust a guy in a Members Only jacket in any decade that doesn’t start with 198-) might come out from the bathroom and whack Tony, Carm and AJ and because Meadow couldn’t parallel park, she’d make it out alive…

But… um… the screen went blank. And the answer is? We don’t get to know. Crazy way to end the series. Forever wanting to know what happened next.

At least until the reunion movie.

I could’ve made plans. All I needed to do was send an email or make a phone call. Or even just talked to someone at work. But up until the point that I got home I thought I wanted to have a mellow night at home.

Turns out I wanted to catch a movie, check out a new restaurant or go out for drinks. Why didn’t someone tell me earlier?

My shoulders, which are usually tight as a drum, are kinda slouchy today. I think I forgot what it was like to feel relaxed but Palm Springs has been good for what’s been ailin’ me. I wish I could stay another couple days, but alas I have to go home and back to the land o’responsibility-and-all-that tomorrow morning.

Layed out in the sun for a couple hours both yesterday and today (yes, yes… I used sunscreen) and now feel mushy and happy and tired. I probably should be napping soon before heading out later to maybe meet MJ for a refreshing beverage or two. Mmmm… napping. Mmmmm… beverages.

I forgot how much I love the sun and feeling so hot I don’t think I can stand it another moment and then jumping in the pool and cooling down and then doing it all over again. For hours. And hours. It’s about 102 degrees right now. Feels awesome.

It’s a little earlier than I wish I was awake, and I’m definitely not quite ready to head out to forage for breakfast. The bed is huge and comfortable with some insanely high thread count sheets. The room is well appointed with a big flat screen TV and wireless interweb. This is as good a place as any to hole up for an hour, but the pull of coffee is nipping at my heals. As it always is. Oh. cool there’s a french press.

Laters, gaters.