Well, yesterday was just the weather equivalent of living in a big wet diaper. I stepped outside from work, and all I could think of was, am I really going to go biking in this? Of course, the answer was no, but it sucks because while I haven't been as religious in the gym as I should be, more than anything, I really need to get back on the cardio wagon. Plus, I don't think a nap, a trip to the tanning bed, and 30 minutes of Wii Sports really equals a good two hour bike ride, but for now, I am going to say it does. It is supposed to be even hotter today and tomorrow. So, I am not looking forward to the trip to the gym, but I absolutely need to get back to going three times a week, which means I will be suffering until I in the rhythm again...or dead and rotting along the side of the road like carrion in Death Valley.
I would say the greatest development yesterday was the progression of the detante with Tyler. After some time apart, I think we finally reached a point of clarity that we are much better together than simmering separately. A part of me is worried for the long term because of the fact that we have had a couple flare ups over the course of a short time. I do realize that when you throw two combustible, passionate people together things like this are going to occur. However, I have never really had fights in any of my relationships. Even when I caught my ex cheating, there was not an argument because there was nothing he could say to convince me otherwise (funny how photographic evidence can do that). Anyway, for Tyler, my mind wanders back to a line from my favorite movie, The English Patient: "New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire." It is so true...
This weekend, Romeo, Mom, HR, Blanch and I are traveling to Chicago for Market Days. It is basically a giant street fair in Boystown, which is really just a chance for gay boys and girls to get drunk in broad daylight. One of my roles in the group is Vicki the Cruise Director inasmuch as I'm the person who is annoyingly organized about travel. Since we are actually traveling in two groups because HR has to work all day, I put together two travel packets with maps, train schedules, hotel reservations, and schedule of events for the two days of Market Days. Yes, I suppose I am a bit anal retentive, but I will be stressed out until the groups come together. So anything I can do to alleviate that is a good thing. It should be a very fun weekend. HR is the only one in the group who has been to Market Days, and Romeo and Mom have not been out in Chicago at all. Plus, I keep hearing that Market Days is more fun that Pride. So, I am really looking forward to it.
Well, I think that is all for my blogging day. I did go out last night with the usual crew, but it was pretty laid back. I think the weather just has everyone hunkering down and trying to stay cool. I do want to point out that I have inspired two of my friends to start blogging. Romeo and Xena Lesbian Princess are both linked here on my page, and if you get a chance, you should give them a looksie.
Hmmm, since I have The English Patient on the brain, I will close with my single favorite quote from the movie:
We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We are the real countries. Not boundaries drawn upon maps with the names of powerful men.
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