because of the name only

and i'm not allowed to actually have tequila anymore. at least, not in shot format. this has not been tested in margaritas extensively enough.

i changed my template. i'm bored. it's wednesday. what do you want from me? actual content?! yah, read another blog for that. this is mostly so i don't get too irritated and kill jm.

holy crap. my cat is bathing. somehow she makes that sound like a washing machine from the 70's that (somehow!) still works. i remember those. they were noisy hunks of metal.

*snapshot tequila -- but honestly it's JUST the name i like.

letter

dear powers that be where socrates works,
please give him a free weekend when i have a free weekend, so we can get together and spend some much needed time in each other's company. please. (see how nicely i asked?) thank you.
sincerely,
trying hard not to be cranky but feeling like i'm failing miserably

aw...

thank you socrates. it sucks that this weekend may not work for us. *sigh* lord knows i have plenty to do. either at my house or make some of it portable and take it to yours. even if you do have to work this weekend...

how does it happen?

you go from the best weekend you've had in a while, to a great monday, to tuesday. this tuesday is kind of 'teh suck'. i don't like. there isn't enough caffeine. my food doesn't taste right. i'm just generally pissy. then i find out an online-friend had a miscarriage. tears.

totally 'teh suck'.

omg!

how could i completely forget that i even got to mess around with the argentine tango too! talk about fun. oh and hard... no nice staccato moves like with the regular tango. it's all soft and slow and sexy. rarr...

lesson

ah the quick step... how i love thee. sure, i'm just learning it and i don't know it very well at all. i can "do" it with dr. d and maybe socrates could lead me through it. but... that's probably it. the same seems to go for viennese waltz.

tuck the tail in. gotta remember that. it makes following either of those so much easier.

quick text from socrates letting me know he got home safe. i worry. i'm a worrier. it's what i do. it's who i am. what do you want from me?

rollup thinks i'm funny too. who knew i was this hilarious? i'm just a laugh riot. guinness and fire at his house last night and getting to see agnes was so good. i miss that little bearded lady. plus when she falls asleep on my butt, it's just too cute.

la la la lala

what a blast! salsa with socrates is easily the most fun i've had at a latin club ever. he's so easy to follow and just SO much fun to dance with. being easy on the eyes and SO fun to flirt with doesn't hurt either. what makes it even better... he likes me too! (insert silly high-school girly sing-song humming here. totally! omg i know!) i danced with one other guy. no dude, you may not put your hand on my ass. we danced the song already. i couldn't follow you for shit. the song is over. we're done. good day. i said good day. besides. socrates was waiting for me. the rest of my dancing was with him. and it was perfect. he even showed me this killer pattern that i have to work on for the next time we go dancing together. (maybe next weekend?!?!)

salsa?

dancing tonight? oh please yes. socrates called to ask where some good salsa clubs are. i should call the karaoke queen and ask her. she knows all the really good ones...

oh and texting for 2 hours AFTER i went to bed just seems silly. but that's what rollup and i did last night. i feel a little dorky for it, but it was still fun. :)

dinner with friends

especially a best friend that you haven't seen in about two years. yes we work in the same city. yes we live in the same area. life gets in the way. he has a wife and two beautiful daughters (congrats on your first communion a! and happy early birthday!!!). i have the monkey, dancing, and i'm single. sure my time is more flexible than his, but i'm just as busy. what i love about mm is our ability to meet for dinner, and our conversation picks up like we'd just seen each other just the day before. by the end of dinner we had laughed so hard we both cried and my sides hurt. hopefully the next time we get together it will be much sooner than two years. i did mention the upcoming june showcase. he thought a would be interested in going too. i think she'd even like trying out some ballroom.

pink and white

i went and had my nails done tonight. i got the "pink and white" fill. (yes, i have fake nails. mine don't grow pretty and damnit, i like having pretty nails!) i don't think i like it. first, it's horrendously priced. second the pink looks geigh on me. my natural nail beds are just not that pink. also, i'm not happy with the quality of the work. how soon can i go in and tell the owner (i like her work!) that i'm not happy with this style. (insert crinkled nose "ick" look here.)

country seldom heard from

socrates called last night. he vented. co-workers, friends, and exes. they got equal time. at least "the plague" didn't take him. he's an unhappy sick person. granted, i don't know anyone who is happy when sick, but he was in a particularly cranky state. but, he's hoping to come to my neck-of-the-woods this weekend and wanted let me know that he'd like to see me, if i'm available. yay! i miss him. he's a blast to hang out with.

so its not blonde...

and it's blurry. bradley always makes me feel absolutely relaxed and beautiful. thank you sweetie!

not yet

well, i didn't go blonde. we talked about it though. if i'm going to do it, then it will take some doing and preparation. i have 8 weeks to decide what to do next.

blonde?

do i do it? i have this urge to do something drastic, different, and definitely sexy. but blonde? that's pretty different. pretty drastic. and the last time i was an honest to god blonde, i was younger than the monkey is now. the biggest thing... what if i totally hate it?

better?

i deleted a post from monday. i was way too venty and bitchy. okay, not 'way too', but definitely over the limit by a couple of miles. anyway, the problem is mostly resolved and i'm gonna play mostly dumb. should that situation arise again with the person in question, i will do my best to act in a calm and rational manner and calmly and rationally explain that if i'm ever stood up again his dancing lesson will come to a profound and abrupt end. possibly with my heel in his foot. but that remains to seen.