Catching up!

Okay, so I haven't posted much lately. Not a lot has been going on. I can tell you about an interesting thing back on Cinco de Mayo.

Roomy and I went out to a local strip club, his fav. The idea was to have a few drinks, look at some eye candy, and go. Well, I ordered a margarita. Wow! Strong! But good. So good I got a nice buzz off the first! Got another. Yep, bought the same.....whoah. WOW! What a buzz! At some point I got a third. From their the night get's foggy. I'm told I hugged a lot of people, txt'd some people. Roomy hoists me out the door and takes me home. I get out of the car, ugh...lay on the driveway...get sick! Fast-forward 4 days and I was STILL sick! I have no idea what was in those drinks but it screwed me up! I still haven't drank much since.

Yeah I won't be going there again. Or if so, water!

P.C.

So the World Health Organization and the CDC has decided not to call Swine Flu "swine" flu any longer. One reason noted was because of the confusion it's causing among many about pork. The other reason is because pigs are a sensitive subject among many cultures, particularly in the Middle-East.

I'll give you the pork industry concerns but cultural sensitivity? This is pure political correctness and it's stupid. The problem with political correctness is that it celebrates ignorance. Rather than using the opportunity to teach and educate, it gives in to the ignorance and legitimizes it. It is a sort of global consciousness version of not giving a student an "F." Rather than force one to confront their ignorance it simply changes the question. Ultimately, we do the potential learner a disservice. They never get to launch themselves from the nest and learn the much needed skill of flying. They sit in the nest getting bloated on Mom's regurgitated worms. A vivid picture, I know, but frankly that's the kind of metaphor it takes with people like this.

Okay, off my soapbox. That's not what this blog is about. I just found it aggravating!

Ugh

So I woke up not feeling so good. Tummy hurt, some churning. I shower and head to work. Grab a latte on the way, feeling better. Goto lunch, wolf down some carnitas tacos. Ugh...back...sour tummy...churn. Get to my cube and I just can't sit still. Finally, I decide to go home and get in bed.

After a 4 hour nap I feel a little better. Drinking some Coke, which I never do, but felt the carbonation might help. Eat a pb&j hoping the bread will soak up any gunk that doesn't seem to want to move along.

I have no idea what this could be. I run through everything I've had for the last 24hrs. Pizza, spaghetti, margarita. Hmmm. That triple sec always seems to agitate my stomach maybe that's it.
Who knows? Right now I just want it to stop! :(

Dream A Little Dream

Okay so obviously tequila will make odd things happen to your body. I've all but sworn off Quervo for the more sophisticated Patron. A week ago Friday was a hellacious night of margaritas with cheap tequila (shudder)! Last night we dropped the extra bank for Patron margaritas. I had an odd night of sleep as a result.

As much as I hate the sleeplessness, the dreams are just odd. I often have emotional dreams. Usually they involve an ex or ex-relationship that was particular hard for me. I hate it because all of the emotions come back. It's odd being completely in love in your dream. You feel everything. I've awakened emotionally exhausted before and it sucks.

Is it your body trying to find those feelings again? I don't know. Like McCartney says, "I only know that when I'm in it...love isn't silly at all." Maybe deep down I'm craving that feeling again. I guess we all do to some extent.

I had a dream last night that was totally surreal. I only remember bits and pieces but I remember feeling completely in love. Or, that is to say, feeling on behalf of the characters in the dream. They were not me and some long-lost love. They were two people, or creatures, and one was awaiting her lover to come down from the sky. He did and fell from the sky into a sort of meadow. She was elated! I felt all of the feelings she did and was just awash in this intense love. It was strange, emotional, somewhat draining. I woke up shortly after and a weird mixture of elation and sorrow lingered.

I can tell myself it was the tequila but I wonder if I'm running from something...

Ugh!

So Friday night Gmo and I decide to buck the movie and head to Burkhart's. We make our usual stop at Las Margaritas for some grub. When we pull into Burkhart's we see a couple of friends of ours pulling in as well. This was the first sign of trouble and the first indicator that the whole idea of not staying out too late was doomed!

So we go in and have a drink. I order a margarita to keep the night's drinking simple (from an ordering standpoint). After an hour or so our friends advises us that we just have to go checkout this Latino club that has "gay night" on Fridays. Cool! We head out like a gopher!

We arrive and the place is hoppin' with lots of hot latino guys! To my delight there were no shortage of latino chics either! :p I order another margarita. We hang out and watch the "beauty contest" and drink and dance and... Well eventually we have to do and by then I'm sloshed!

We make it to Gmo's, I get my vehicle and head home. Hit the bed and crash. The next day? Yeah, hungover! Big time! Head hurts...moving hurts....tummy hurts! Then it hits me. The tequila! You're not going to get good tequila at a bar, I wouldn't think. Frankly, Quervo is crap and has inflicted its share of evil upon my head many a time.

Next time I'll ask for Patron. No Patron? Gimme a beer!

Not much to say...

Okay, so it's been a month. Lots of family things going on. My sister broke her ankle pretty badly. Enough that a bone stuck out of her foot! She's recovering. It was good visiting with her yesterday.

My Bonaire Boy and I are having interesting conversations. He had a birthday this week so I sent him some Happy Birthday notes. :p He seemed to like that. We're in constant flux between fun conversation, flirting, and being on the skids. Sometimes he expects a little much for an online / long distance "relationship." I'm determined to peel him off the ceiling and help him understand the limitations of this "thing" and get down to just enjoying life! Ah the joys of Internet afairs!

Went out this weekend. It was fun but by the time I got to the bar I wasn't feeling well. The drinks just didn't want to move through my system and I felt sloshy. UGH! Lots of cuties out, though. GMo couldn't make it as his Dad is in the hospital. It's not the same without him there...and his antics. :p

My friend Steven moved in. I thought I'd blogged this already. It's nice to have a roommate paying rent! It's good for him as he gets all his utils paid with his rent. It helps me cuz I gots bills to pay! ;)

Okay, so that's about it. You'd think the past month would be riddled with activity but not really.

Is It Age?

Maybe I'm just getting old...okay I'm obviously getting old but my approach to things romantic has changed. My new cute boy pen pal has been heating things up on cam lately. He's really nice, albeit a bit self-conscious, and seems to be enthralled with yours truly. Of course, he can only see me thru a cam window and let's face it, that can hide a lot! (Thankfully!)

However, he is more into this than I am at the moment. Maybe it's his youth. I've been advising him to not be too rushed, take this easy, enjoy life. When you're young your emotions tend to get the better of you. You wonder constantly what the other person is thinking. You worry that you're doing something wrong or that they may not feel the same as you do.

Again, I don't know if it's my age or not but I'm much more laid back. I'm not looking for anything, per se', though I loath my loneliness. But I also value my time and freedom. I like being able to do things on my own schedule. I don't have anyone at home that I necessarily have to be concerned with time-wise. It's a struggle with this boy because he's so much younger and so eager for romance. I'm hoping he's not only patient but that I can help him. He needn't worry that this could all come crashing down because ultimately we're never in control.

OTOH, perhaps if I were to fall in love my whole laid-back posture would be quickly replaced with paranoia and apprehension!