Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Hmmm...the rum bus hit me again last night, but man, I really needed to get out and do something. I also got to wear my "I Drink in Moderation. 'Moderation' is an imaginary place that exists wherever I am" shirt. I at least amuse myself...

As is customary on most Tuesdays, I met the boys: Blanche, Romeo, and HR at the Metro for karaoke, and Mom, our resident FOF (friend of the family...hates the term hag), met us there as well. This is my usual posse. They have all selected their own alias, except for HR, who really couldn't give two shits -- which is typical HR. I've known HR the longest because he was a year behind me in college, met Blanche about 10 years ago just as I was coming out, and Romeo is a more recent edition that completes our maniacal foursome. Mom is the nice one, though we have corrupted her enough that she zings people pretty well now. :) I'll write more about all of them in another blog. We're the people who are obviously having a great time together, but we also set ourselves apart and make it difficult for other people to join in our reindeer games. This is not because we are generally rude or nasty people, it is just we have known each other for so long, we have kind of fallen into our own way of communicating, which I will call: affectionate bitchery. Most people cannot keep up with it, or just figure we're assholes, throw up their hands, and walk off.

Anyway, we're all kind of karaoke regulars. Blanche and I have been going off and on for over 10 years now. God, I don't know if that makes me laugh or cry. I had a cocktail at home, so one strong drink into the evening, I was pretty roaringly drunk. This means I'm loud and obnoxious, pretty much beyond my control. My friends know how to put me in my place or just ignore it, but woe to the rest of the world. :) On top of all that, since the nasty breakup with my ex well over two years ago (he cheated on me), I have been a serial dater and commitment-phobe, which pretty much means I'll date someone for a while, and then just kinda let it wilt on the vine until it falls off on it's own accord. I keep telling myself I'm waiting for that person that really knocks me over, but the truth is, I really enjoy being single and hanging out with my posse. :) Anyway, commitment-phobe means there are quite a few FitnessNerd debris floating in the Indy water, and it has been a common occurrence lately that they'll be in the same room, either trying to talk to me, talking to each other, or godforbid, both trying to talk to me. I have no problem with one on one chatting, but when the other two things happen, I start trying to hide or drink more, which is what happened last night. Enough of that, outside of Broadway Joe, who has to be pushing 80 and probably 250 lbs, sings show tunes, and actually does high kicks, bless his heart, the highlight of the night was Blanche and Romeo singing a duet of the theme to Archie Bunker. It was a hoot! Plus, I think a Halloween costume was born!

So I wake up this morning, slowly, and I decide that I am not dragging my ass into work at 6:30. This is partially because I didn't go to bed until 1:30, and partially because I was a bit hung over. I just laid down on the couch and fell back to sleep to the dulcet tones of Chuck Lofton (local weather person), who I pretty much can't stand, and I woke up to Ann Curry on the Today show assaulting, I mean, interviewing Harry Potter. I say assaulting because that woman cannot interview ANYONE without answering the questions for them. I was really hoping Danial Radcliff would whip out his wand (har har), and, if nothing else, beat her over the head with it.

I stumble into work at 9, drink two cups of coffee, answer all my emails/voicemails, start this blog, and start reporting my life away...

Oh joy...

Is it Friday yet?