I made one of my favouritest bachelorette one-pot meals, Taco Pie. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I can't believe we ate the whole thing.
Had an interesting phone conversation with Charlie on the great MIT music conspiracy, and how it relates to other planets, and to our own.
After that, Michele and I went out for drinks last night to say farewell to our dear friend Ruthie, who is returning home to Montana. Ruthie had called me earlier that evening:
Ruth: Hey, Ldy, it's Ruthie
Ldy: Hey Ruthie!
Ruth: I'm leaving tomorrow, and I thought it would be nice to get together tonight for a few drinks.
Ldy: I can't believe you're leaving already!
Ruth: Yeah, well time flies. I just got back from surgery. Did I tell you I was having surgery today?
Ldy: You had what?
Ruth: Surgery. Remember my scowl?
Ldy: Your what?
Ruth: My scowl. The lines on my forehead. Well, they're gone now.
Ldy: They're what?
Ruth: Gone. They guy got rid of them. And I think he took out a muscle so I don't do it anymore.
Ldy: Oh, wow.
Ruth: Yeah. I look like Frankenstein. So we're going out for drinks. You game?
I hate the phone, and rarely use it. But those times I do actually talk on it, things are usually very... interesting.
So, we went out for drinks, and this guy tried to pick me up. Fawned over me, even. It was funny for the following reasons:
- He was 22 years old, and acted like he was 15
- He thought I was 26, and revealing my true age just made him more excited
"You're like a really sexy older woman... like a sexy teacher and stuff!" *fawnfawnfawn* "And you play pool! Have I told you you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen in this place? Like, ever? Like, any age? Like, wow. You're really pretty. And you play pool! Wow. You've got beautiful eyes. Do you wanna play pool?"
"Fast Eddie" Jeff was his name, I believe. Turn-ons were skateboarding, Led Zep, billiards and (evidently) older women. Turn-offs were... well, I'm not sure he had any.
Skaterboy was kept at arm's length, and old ldy's ego was nicely inflated :)
And yesterday, somebody posted the lewdest, raunchiest, most demeaning piece of text-based smut I've ever read, and I am appalled because I can't stop reading it *squirm*.
- get an oil change (or change it myself)
- do laundry
- make homemade pizza
- rehearse 3.1 & 4.1
- watch at least a few minutes of the eclipse (if the sky is clear)
- pack for Jersey
- sweep the bedroom
- paypal a certain photographer some buckaronies
- gently examine my pussy*
- get to bed at a decent hour
I'm tired today. I didn't drink much last night (I rarely do), but I really do need to catch up on my sleep. *yawn*
Back to workies!
* If you think I'm talking about anything besides my cat, shame on you. If that didn't even occur to you until I said that, well, shame on me.