Friday: One of the only holidays we State Employees get to celebrate.
Daytime activities: LB and I spent the day hiking with Godmother Jiji, had lunch at the best pizza joint in Durango, cruised around on the free trolley & played with a little french girl who’s mom kept yelling “Dee-AHN” whenever my child lead her to the muddy creek bank. Remembered the sunscreen for the child, but forgot to apply to my own skin.
Nighttime activities: Rooferman forgot about his Friday night responsibilities, but I called and reminded him. Dropped LB off at the house he and Blondie have moved into, and on the way out of the meth-laden subdivision, saw him behind the wheel of Blondie’s car.
Shoulda figured he would drive without a license. Shoulda called the cops on him.
After a quick visit with Gayboy, Jiji and her hubby invited me to the freshest salad bar in town, to celebrate the return of their little brother from his trip to Africa. I sat like a kid at Christmas, listening to his stories about Uganda; the food, the language, the people, the insanity of their everyday lives. I was so enraptured with the tale, I conveniently bit through a crouton and into my tongue.
Late Night Activities:Met Former Bestie from my post-college/ pre-baby days for a martini and caught up on life. Met two other pre-baby friends who had driven from the front range, and convened at my pad for exquisite R &R. Yes, I got some. The best kind. Yummy.
Daytime activities: Met up with old high school friend, (I guess I should actually start giving them pseudonyms) Capricorn Man & his family, who had also made the trek to the western slope. Had breakfast and went shopping for ingredients to make this awesome dish. Also made a pitcher of Sangria for impending barbecue.
Nighttime activities: Picked up Gayboy and drove him to the festivities. This was the first group meeting since his incarceration, and lots of bridges have burned since then. To my utter delight, he was met with open arms and lots of hugs. I drank soda with him the entire time, even though beer and sangria were flowing like a river.
Late night activities: Drove Gayboy home before his curfew, saw some fireworks in passing and returned to the party for my much deserved adult beverage. Sangria was long gone at that point, but no worries. I managed to get into dancing mode pretty damn quick, and tried to not repeat the night of Young Buck and piss off the neighbors with my club music. Luckily, Former Bestie became my dance partner and we tore up that living room floor.
I attempted to stay awake through Grandma’s Boy, but sometime in the wee hours of the night, I was put to bed by a chivalrous man who didn’t want me passing out on his couch. How sweet.
Sunday:High School Reunion continued
Daytime Activities: Preparation for yet another bbq, this time at my house. Major house cleaning and more shopping (good time for me to buy a new car, eh?). Yet ANOTHER friend was in town from beyond the Mississippi, also a member of the high school posse.
High School Sweetheart was there. JLwas there. Curmudge & hubby were there. Much mingling & merriment comenced, including lots of hugging & gleeful “how have you been, man?”s. It was by far the best time I’ve had on my porch. Thank GOD it was put to good use!
Nighttime activities: Roofie called to say that he was running late, which I countered with, “Well, we have 10 people here who have been waiting to see LB all day, so if you could get here ASAP, that would be great.”
Child returned home tired, sunburned and sugar-high with no dinner in her stomach, but everyone was in such a good mood, I think it rubbed off on her. She passed out early.
Late Night activities: Chivalrous Man came over and brought a horrible movie starring John Cena, but he did rub my feet, so I kept my mouth shut and concentrated on the Ecstasy of my feet turning into jello. I’m still freaked out by sleeping with a man in my house while my daughter is there, but I’m working on getting over that. Chiv Man understood and went home after the movie was over, which was really cool of him, to say the least.
Daytime activities: Trying to get through work while receiving text messages & emails from Gayboy, Chivman and Former Bestie, begging me for one last night of hang time before Chivman had to leave for home. Re-upped the birth control, got over major guilt about finding a babysitter, and coordinated schedules in a haphazard 8-hour time period.
Nighttime activities: More good sex. Said our goodbyes. Lots of hugs. Former Bestie looked at me and said, “Ok, remember, we’re not dead. Let’s actually see each other again soon.”
Sounds good to me 🙂
Seriously, watching people re-connect, get together, share stories and reminisce the past? Its like the best natural high in the world. It makes me utterly giddy. I wish I could do that for a living.