What can I say? Lunch was, of course, wonderful. LSD is always such good company and I do love our lunches. Cute boy #1 was cute and nice. Agreed to meet him again for coffee. Cute Boy #2 was very nice, older than he said on his profile, but then again, so am I so......
We're going to dinner at Pescatores next Saturday nite. And yes, he has a Jag. It's a very nice car. HRG will be buying something new to wear to dinner. Wow, a dress up dinner with a cute and nice boy who, I bet, won't complain about the cost of the meal. What a refreshing change.
Oh, and while I was having coffee with CB#1, I felt someone watching. I look up and there he is. HTBP. My heart skipped a beat. He looked a little surprised to see me obviously out on a date.
Then he invited me to watch his other band play tonite. I think I'll go. Let him see what he's missing.....
All in all babies, it was a very good day.
HRG
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Robert Plant
Was very very good--the opening band The Trews were AMAZING!! Don't download their cd babies. Buy it! It was really great to see first hand Mr. Plant's lack of ego. So many *headliners* refuse to allow their opening acts to put on a show. I've lost count of how many great bands I've seen open for the *stars* who were forced to play with no soundman, the house lights still up, people milling around--their only interest finding their seat. The Trews are great band, put on a terrific show and really got us warmed up for RP.
We had the most awesome seats too! Box seats meant a more or less private box with bar service. So if you ever wondered where the elevators at the new arena go to, now you know. They lead upstairs to the suites. The only drawback to that was missing the energy from the peons in the shitty seats below. Managed to get very stoned--smoke rises. And man, was the smoke ever rising. The no-smoking rule here applies only to cigarettes and not to our largest cash crop. Cool. Still, he was very good, the new arrangements of Zep tunes were fresh and interesting, his band fabulous! He's not much of a performer anymore tho--gone was the strutting and posing of his younger days. By and large he's still got his chops and even managed to hit *that* note--once, during the encore. Considering it was the last nite of his tour, he still gave a stellar performance. No doubt one of the *music critics* from our local rag The Crimes Communist will rip him to shreds. They always do. I'm glad we went.
MBF was *courting* me. I'm not interested. We can be friends, but that's all. It's not the same now. Yesterday was the first day I'd seen him since he got back. Considering we live in the same building, I think I did a good job in avoiding him. He picked me up from work yesterday and as soon as I saw him, I knew. It just didn't feel the same. I'm trying babies, I just can't seem to get past what happened. To his credit, he didn't insist on driving the 6 blocks to the arena, we actually walked. It was a nice nite, warm enough to not need anything heavier than my long black lace jacket. One stop for a soda and then home. By 11. MBF was dispatched to his own place by 11:15. To have invited him in for anything more than to say hello to the *kids* would've been dishonest. I won't lead him on. That wouldn't be fair. Not that anything would've happened anyways........
In other news, today is *Cute Boy Day* for HRG. Three dates in one day. Oooooohhhhh. Lunch with a very cute boy first, then a haircut, then coffee with one cute boy, followed by coffee with another cute boy. Separate locations of course. I'm not that good at juggling. The second coffee date seems promising, guess we'll find out. HRG is a little nervous babies--this will be the first dates I've accepted from the personals site. An update on that whole thing is something I'll save for another post. Enough to say that there are some VERY strange men out there. And they know how to type. It's scary.
But that's definitely a story for another day........
HRG
We had the most awesome seats too! Box seats meant a more or less private box with bar service. So if you ever wondered where the elevators at the new arena go to, now you know. They lead upstairs to the suites. The only drawback to that was missing the energy from the peons in the shitty seats below. Managed to get very stoned--smoke rises. And man, was the smoke ever rising. The no-smoking rule here applies only to cigarettes and not to our largest cash crop. Cool. Still, he was very good, the new arrangements of Zep tunes were fresh and interesting, his band fabulous! He's not much of a performer anymore tho--gone was the strutting and posing of his younger days. By and large he's still got his chops and even managed to hit *that* note--once, during the encore. Considering it was the last nite of his tour, he still gave a stellar performance. No doubt one of the *music critics* from our local rag The Crimes Communist will rip him to shreds. They always do. I'm glad we went.
MBF was *courting* me. I'm not interested. We can be friends, but that's all. It's not the same now. Yesterday was the first day I'd seen him since he got back. Considering we live in the same building, I think I did a good job in avoiding him. He picked me up from work yesterday and as soon as I saw him, I knew. It just didn't feel the same. I'm trying babies, I just can't seem to get past what happened. To his credit, he didn't insist on driving the 6 blocks to the arena, we actually walked. It was a nice nite, warm enough to not need anything heavier than my long black lace jacket. One stop for a soda and then home. By 11. MBF was dispatched to his own place by 11:15. To have invited him in for anything more than to say hello to the *kids* would've been dishonest. I won't lead him on. That wouldn't be fair. Not that anything would've happened anyways........
In other news, today is *Cute Boy Day* for HRG. Three dates in one day. Oooooohhhhh. Lunch with a very cute boy first, then a haircut, then coffee with one cute boy, followed by coffee with another cute boy. Separate locations of course. I'm not that good at juggling. The second coffee date seems promising, guess we'll find out. HRG is a little nervous babies--this will be the first dates I've accepted from the personals site. An update on that whole thing is something I'll save for another post. Enough to say that there are some VERY strange men out there. And they know how to type. It's scary.
But that's definitely a story for another day........
HRG
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Wrestling with my conscience
You know babies, here I am wrestling with my conscience when I'd much rather be wrestling with a cute boy.
So...do I take MBF to see Robert Plant? Or do I take someone else? I know how incredibly hurt he'd be if he found out I'd gone and not taken him. Despite what happened, he's been MBF for 6 years. To not take him would be so wrong. But honestly, I don't want to go with him. I really don't. I'll have to endure the play by play--it's irritating when MBF feels it necessary to explain every......little.......thing......over and over and over and over. You know, because obviously I'm not bright enough to get it the first time, and really, why hear yourself speak once, when you can listen to the sound of your own voice again and again. Still, it would be hurtful not to ask him.
Actually, thinking about it, going to a concert just might be the right place to start the healing and let the friendship return. We've been through worse spats than this and survived--we'll weather this storm too.
Went to a seminar today to learn how to be The Ultimate Supervisor. Oooohhhhh. It was quite fun, very informative and yes, not to disappoint, HRG met several VERY cute boys. One I hope will stop by store and say hi. He's been in before, I recognized him right away. He was my partner in some role-playing exercises. No sillies, not *that* kind of role playing. Although, you know, he is very cute and has these incredibly sexy green eyes. Of course, he's probably married or partnered up--seems that's the only kind of guy I'm attracted to these days.
Do you think I have a problem with commitment?
HRG
So...do I take MBF to see Robert Plant? Or do I take someone else? I know how incredibly hurt he'd be if he found out I'd gone and not taken him. Despite what happened, he's been MBF for 6 years. To not take him would be so wrong. But honestly, I don't want to go with him. I really don't. I'll have to endure the play by play--it's irritating when MBF feels it necessary to explain every......little.......thing......over and over and over and over. You know, because obviously I'm not bright enough to get it the first time, and really, why hear yourself speak once, when you can listen to the sound of your own voice again and again. Still, it would be hurtful not to ask him.
Actually, thinking about it, going to a concert just might be the right place to start the healing and let the friendship return. We've been through worse spats than this and survived--we'll weather this storm too.
Went to a seminar today to learn how to be The Ultimate Supervisor. Oooohhhhh. It was quite fun, very informative and yes, not to disappoint, HRG met several VERY cute boys. One I hope will stop by store and say hi. He's been in before, I recognized him right away. He was my partner in some role-playing exercises. No sillies, not *that* kind of role playing. Although, you know, he is very cute and has these incredibly sexy green eyes. Of course, he's probably married or partnered up--seems that's the only kind of guy I'm attracted to these days.
Do you think I have a problem with commitment?
HRG
Saturday, September 17, 2005
The waiting is the hardest part
Patience seems so gianormous sometimes, doesn't it? Especially when you're willing the next 6 days to pass by at light speed. Why would HRG want to speed up time instead of turning it back? Because babies.....I'M GOING TO SEE ROBERT PLANT next Friday nite!!!!!! BOX seats no less. Of course, if something seems to good to be true, it usually is, and there is a string attached. Not just a string, more like a rope....with a noose at the end of it.
The invitation was extended to HRG and MBF........
Oh. Gawd.
HRG
The invitation was extended to HRG and MBF........
Oh. Gawd.
HRG
Monday, September 05, 2005
What I Did On My Summer Vacation
Ahhhh babies, I'm back! The trip home didn't seem to take all that long. Of course had I not had to wait for a bus and then a ferry, it would've been shorter. Our *national* airline could not get me back to Fantasy Island. Actually, it turned out alright. It's been longer than I'll admit to since I've been on the ferry and now that they have Starbucks, the trip was bearable. It was a beautiful ride. The bus trip from the airport to the ferry was all that much nicer thanks to the very cute boy who sat beside me. Well read, funny and, well, cute. No, I didn't get his name or number. HRG is taking a bit of break right now. Stop laughing, seriously, I am.
Despite the weirdness of MBF (and there's no need to go into that again....) my summer vacation was alright. MBF's birthday party was a good time. Impressed his friends, except for one. He was a jerk. Former musician who now sells used cars. That should explain it. I've met his cousin, a REALLY famous musician. She's much nicer than he is. Despite the jerk, a good time was had by all, even if it rained for the first time in almost a month. Left the house with fabulous, perfectly straight hair. Arrived at The Groove with, well, 80s hair. It was gianormous. Couldn't find an elastic to tie the worst of it back. Wait, there's party hats. With elastic. Any port in a storm....
Next nite went to the Foundation in a town near where HRG spent her formative years. Met friends there. It was wonderful. Rocked our asses off with two former school mates and the drummer from another used-to-be-famous band. He, however, is a really nice guy. Here's a Time-Life co-incidence for you: bass player, (who I went to school with but despite my reknown for never forgetting a face I can't seem to remember his) has the same first name as HTBP. He is also a very cute boy. I'll have to ask him if the bruise on his chin has faded. It hit the floor when we were re-introduced. Much fun was had, HRG basked in the glow of adoration, strutted and sang her ass off. I love the room and the stage has so much positive energy on it that I'd love to play it again. MBF was sulky and jealous. Tough. That nite was about some other than him. Life's like that sometimes. Suck it up. Will definitely stay in touch with HTBP2. He's 3500 miles away. That makes it safe.
The next two days were pretty awful. MBF's folks have the most adorable little dog. Her name is Pearl. Thanks to her and that pretty cool *braille* shirt, I met a cute boy while walking her. Turned down his invitation to dinner. (see? I'm learning) Hung out with friends for a couple of days after that. We won't discuss MBF's behaviour.
Last day was spent on a Harley! Yup, the ride finally happened. It was amazing. BTCB and I are old friends and he knows me so well. The first place he took me was to the beach. Water! No tanning for HRG tho', a break to chat and skip some stones and we were back on the bike. Toured around, stopped for coffee and then off to see some of his friends. The day was so warm, hanging out with BTCB relaxing, then the sun started to go down.
BTCB:
"HRG, did you bring a jacket?"
HRG:
"No. It won't be that cold."
BTCB:
"Here, take mine" Slips it on HRG who immediately collapses from the weight.
HRG:
"Seriously, this shirt and thin windbreaker will be fine"
BTCB:
"Wear the jacket"
We jump on the bike and ride off into the sunset together. There's irony for you. The fairy tale ending, and it's with someone who is really just a friend.
Halfway back and I'm so glad to have the jacket. It's freezing. Feel a momentary twinge of guilt. Until I realize that I can't feel my lips, then I'm just grateful. Still, it was the perfect way to end my vacation. Except now I can't get the song Motorcycle Mama out of my head. Aaaauurrgghhhhhh. Why is it that only bad songs get stuck in there?
Spend a sleepless nite hoping that MBF will be at least coherent enough to get me to the airport. He was. Barely. Grabbed my suitcase and was out of the van before it had come to a complete stop. Wave good-bye. Run into the airport and there it is. A pure gentle white light surrounds it like a halo. A choir of Angels sings "hallelujah". I walk toward the light. The most wonderful aroma wafts through the air. Could it really be Manna from Heaven or am I so over-tired that I'm having hallucinations? An Angel smiles at me and says the magic words:
"Good Morning. Welcome to Starbucks....."
HRG
Despite the weirdness of MBF (and there's no need to go into that again....) my summer vacation was alright. MBF's birthday party was a good time. Impressed his friends, except for one. He was a jerk. Former musician who now sells used cars. That should explain it. I've met his cousin, a REALLY famous musician. She's much nicer than he is. Despite the jerk, a good time was had by all, even if it rained for the first time in almost a month. Left the house with fabulous, perfectly straight hair. Arrived at The Groove with, well, 80s hair. It was gianormous. Couldn't find an elastic to tie the worst of it back. Wait, there's party hats. With elastic. Any port in a storm....
Next nite went to the Foundation in a town near where HRG spent her formative years. Met friends there. It was wonderful. Rocked our asses off with two former school mates and the drummer from another used-to-be-famous band. He, however, is a really nice guy. Here's a Time-Life co-incidence for you: bass player, (who I went to school with but despite my reknown for never forgetting a face I can't seem to remember his) has the same first name as HTBP. He is also a very cute boy. I'll have to ask him if the bruise on his chin has faded. It hit the floor when we were re-introduced. Much fun was had, HRG basked in the glow of adoration, strutted and sang her ass off. I love the room and the stage has so much positive energy on it that I'd love to play it again. MBF was sulky and jealous. Tough. That nite was about some other than him. Life's like that sometimes. Suck it up. Will definitely stay in touch with HTBP2. He's 3500 miles away. That makes it safe.
The next two days were pretty awful. MBF's folks have the most adorable little dog. Her name is Pearl. Thanks to her and that pretty cool *braille* shirt, I met a cute boy while walking her. Turned down his invitation to dinner. (see? I'm learning) Hung out with friends for a couple of days after that. We won't discuss MBF's behaviour.
Last day was spent on a Harley! Yup, the ride finally happened. It was amazing. BTCB and I are old friends and he knows me so well. The first place he took me was to the beach. Water! No tanning for HRG tho', a break to chat and skip some stones and we were back on the bike. Toured around, stopped for coffee and then off to see some of his friends. The day was so warm, hanging out with BTCB relaxing, then the sun started to go down.
BTCB:
"HRG, did you bring a jacket?"
HRG:
"No. It won't be that cold."
BTCB:
"Here, take mine" Slips it on HRG who immediately collapses from the weight.
HRG:
"Seriously, this shirt and thin windbreaker will be fine"
BTCB:
"Wear the jacket"
We jump on the bike and ride off into the sunset together. There's irony for you. The fairy tale ending, and it's with someone who is really just a friend.
Halfway back and I'm so glad to have the jacket. It's freezing. Feel a momentary twinge of guilt. Until I realize that I can't feel my lips, then I'm just grateful. Still, it was the perfect way to end my vacation. Except now I can't get the song Motorcycle Mama out of my head. Aaaauurrgghhhhhh. Why is it that only bad songs get stuck in there?
Spend a sleepless nite hoping that MBF will be at least coherent enough to get me to the airport. He was. Barely. Grabbed my suitcase and was out of the van before it had come to a complete stop. Wave good-bye. Run into the airport and there it is. A pure gentle white light surrounds it like a halo. A choir of Angels sings "hallelujah". I walk toward the light. The most wonderful aroma wafts through the air. Could it really be Manna from Heaven or am I so over-tired that I'm having hallucinations? An Angel smiles at me and says the magic words:
"Good Morning. Welcome to Starbucks....."
HRG
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