Mobile blogging, for a minute. It feels like I've been running around in hectic circles for weeks, and I just have to grab this minute and sit down and ... breathe.
Sunya's latest enterprise as art director for a hip artsy bar and restaurant downtown has culminated (so far) in massive effort focused on New Year's Eve, when the place is having arguably the best party in town. The crew was on one of those morning shows a couple times, the owner is a young but nationally recognized chef, and they've pulled all the stops to make an impression on this up and coming city with its up and coming art scene. Having been in support of that in countless ways, and her children, and my job, and Christmas, and all the other things, I don't mind a little quiet time right here near the end of the race.
It's just past nine and the party started at seven thirty. What's left?
I'm at a Panda Express eating more than I should if I want to fit into those new pants. The car is full with the last load from the storage unit I'm vacating. After I go through a car wash (too much bird dukey) and get home and unload, I need to shave and shower and put the new outfit together (took four stops at costume shops this afternoon). Then I'll park blocks away and trek through the near-freezing air past the Capitol to the venue without a coat because I don't know if there's a coat check.
Then we'll party till four. There's another party starts at 6am in the City I have tickets to, but there's a logistical issue may prevent us going. Right now, I don't care. I'm finally beginning to tire of the relentless party scene.
Looking forward to tonight, though, except I just ate too much. Whoops.
I wish you all (I have two or three readers now -- honestly I don't know why all those former readers who are still out there on Facebook and some of them in blogs as well are completely disinterested in me now), I wish you all a happy new year and lots of wonderful things to write about.
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partypartyparty!
I met a really nice, hot guy yesterday. He lives up a few blocks from me, and has an interest in old vee-dub buses. He's got two now, one a gorgeous yellow restored 1968(?) split window wesphalia that he drives around sometimes and one he just picked up in LA, a 1973 (?) avocado green something or other he's just starting to restore.
But I digress. He's forty-something, two sons at least, one of them in the Air Force and about to move to Denver. He and his girlfriend had moved here from Florida last Spring, following her job. Met her, too. Nice looking, hot woman, one of those shapely plus-size women that are super sexy looking.
Let me backtrack a moment, sorry.
I bought the little travel trailer and needed a truck big enough to tow it as my cute little Honda CR-V would not be able to do that job. I put the Honda on Craigslist around mid-November. Got two nibbles -- both of them speculators who only wanted to know what my lowest asking price would be so I blew them off. Wednesday I took off from work for the holidays and I picked up some tempura paint and wrote "For Sale" and the asking price and my phone number on the windows, backed the Honda up so its tail end was close to the road and very visible to passing cars or walkers.
Yesterday morning Brian (the hunky guy above) called. He walked over to take a look, took it for a spin, made an offer, we dickered a bit, and settled. Got to know more about him as we drove over to his credit union to use the notary there (AZ makes you notarize the title transfer). Got along great. Later I walked over to his house because I'd forgotten to give him the two spare keys I had, and that's when I met Maggie and got to admire the two buses.
So there's a point to all this (jeezus I sound a bit like the former spousal unit with this long-winded story to get to one tiny point!).
He and Maggie are in their forties, I'd guess. To me, that's young but okay. They asked the usual kind of question you ask on NYE: doing anything? Got plans? You know. To be polite. I said that I seem to alternate years on doing things and this was my off year so my boyfriend and I were just planning to snuggle in and watch dumb old movies. They looked at each other and said, Yeah, same here, don't feel like doing the party scene much any more. BT,DT.
I laughed and said in one of those exaggerated ways, "OMG, we are OLD! So so old!" And put my hands to my head in mock horror. I told them that next year I'll invite them along to whatever parties I end up going to and actually I'm probably going to host a smallish party, like one of our Burner tabernacles only for neighbors and a few friends, and soon while it's still cold enough to use the fire pit. Because I want Brian and Maggie to meet more of the neighbors, the cool people I've known for years.
That's the level of partying I tend to prefer these days, but I may still head out to do the whole loud music, dancing like I'm insane and drinking heavily thing that can be loads of fun.
But the party scene never really was something I particularly liked or yearned for. It was more a means to an end, the end being hanging out with Burners. I can't stomach too much of that, though. I'm a delicate flower. :-)
Happy New Year! (You too, N.)
I "partied" at a friend's house nomming up pizza and cookies and playing board games until 2AM. Super duper fun!
Also was kissed at midnight in a hopeful restart of an off and on romance we hope to do right in 2016.
Yay! Cheers! (I tired.)
Happy New Year, old friend. Life is...ever different...since we met, yes? ;)
Yes indeed!
I'd say more but it's 4am. Weekend still.
Zero party, no nada. Sat around with The Beneficiary and watched old black and white movies (we're dead suckers for late-30s to early-50s B&Ws with their big-shouldered broads and ditzy dames and wise-cracking private dicks who get into bloodless gun- and fist-fights with tough-guy bad-boys who were rotten as grown-up playground bullies, but couldn't say shit if they had a mouthful.) So, then, pretty damned exciting. As an incidental matter, I don't beleive I'd get too stirred one way or the other up over readership. According to all my stat-counters, I don't have any either, but people who apparently aren't logged keep mentioning things they've read over there. I've given up on annoying myself about it. I write to suit myself, mostly, anyhow, and I only put anything out there on the off chance that it will amuse someone else for a bit. But it's not a requirement.
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