I feel there's something growing between us.

I was in a meeting this morning, a meeting to which I was only tangentially associated. As such, I wasn't really paying close attention to what was going on and was daydreaming. My daydreams, as is usual these days, were focused on Brit Boy.

Suddenly I have a raging hard-on straining against my slacks. And then I hear someone say, "Well that's about it for right now everyone..."

*shit* Meeting's over. But... um... I can't stand up. *eeep*

Is that hair gel?

Conversation on the way to a BBQ with my friend Sincerity:

Me: What the hell is that woman trying to do, ram her car up my ass?
Sincerity: Have you (and I'm paraphrasing here for propriety) taken care of business in the last couple of days?
Me: Ummm.... actually no, I haven't.
Sincerity: You need to take care of that pronto!!

See!?! All work and no... er... release makes me a grumpy gus!!!

Ring-a-ding-ding

Apparently strange things were afoot at the Circle K last night. As I have an early morning class on Saturday mornings, it's not very often that I venture out on Friday nights. That, and with my new job, by the time Friday evening comes around, I have no energy to do much of anything. (Or maybe it's because I taught a Spinning and a Yoga class back-to-back last night after work... hrmmm).

Anyway, I dragged my weary ass into bed around 10:45pm, and promptly crashed. Some time around 3am, my bedroom door opens and I damn near jump out of my skin. It's my friend Sincerity telling me that he cabbed it to my place (which is much closer to downtown than his) cuz of some strange occurences out at the bars, and that he was gonna crash in my guest room. (He has a key to my place).

I promptly pass back out.

When I awoke around 7:30am, I checked my phone to find all sorts of missed calls, voicemails, and text messages. Some were from Sincerity seeing if I was up and out to pick him up (which I would have happily done had I been awake at 2am), a few were from other friends seeing if I was out, going to be out, going to after hour parties, etc. Finally, there were some from some drama-encrusted people wanting to talk, bitch, vent.

I'm glad I've gotten over my light-sleeping since Brit Boy left and I slept through all that crap.

Leaving on a...

So y'all all know that Brit Boy is off chasing summer around the globe for the next several months. He returns to Austin in mid-August, just in time for us to head off to the desert. In the meantime, this has meant that we're both dealing with cold, empty beds and cuddling with lumpy pillows.

Fuck that shit.

I've booked a flight to Bangkok, Thailand so I can spend some time with my man. Granted, it's about 6 weeks away, but I've got something to really look forward to. Well, aside from the standard "I haven't seen you in three-months" greeting I'm sure we'll be busy with, we're gonna go S.C.U.B.A. diving, head to some buddhist temples, and just sort of skulk around Thailand.

Oh yeah, and on top of a fabulous two-week vacation in Southeast Asia, the legs of my trip are in either the first or business class cabins. Brit Boy asked whether I should save the money and fly coach. I'll say it once more:

Fuck that shit. If I'm flying over an ocean... I'm going in style.

Oh, that evil temptress.

Tonight I gave in to temptation. I'm in Dallas on a business trip, and met up with ScottoLuminus for dinner and a show. It was at the show, for an electronic group Justice, that I indulged. It was a simple slip. I didn't mean for it to happen. I had no idea that it was going to.

Tonight I danced in the United States.

See, I don't dance in the U.S. I gave that up a few years ago when I came to realize that really and truly the music here just freakin' sucks. And I mean it sucks my left big toe. So when I go out to the clubs, I don't dance. Now, before anyone says anything, dancing to 80s music DOES NOT COUNT. (Hey, this is my story, I get to make up the rules.)

I don't know what came over me. It started with just a little toe tapping. Then a little booty-shaking. Next thing you know, it's a full-on dance-like motion coursing all over my body. It was like I was in a game of Dance Dance Revolution!

Now, I have to admit that it was intermittent. I just didn't completely agree with the progression of some of the songs. Some were really catchy. Some, not so much. But, it was enough to lure me into shaking my groove-thang, which is a rare occurence indeed.

A size 7 feels so nice, I buy a size 8

Today was Sunday brunch. This means that a large faggle convenes over at a friend's place for mimosas (a.k.a. Buck's Fizz), trash talking, and various menu items from the W.A.S.P. Cookbook. Trust me - it's a southern thing.

Near the end of the brunch, our host brought out a pair of ill-fitting boots he received from his loving mother, offering them up to whomever they might fit.

Oh... did I mention these were Prada boots?

Well, after various of us tried to force our feet into the Cinderella shoes, it came down to three people. For one, the boots seemed slightly too large. For another, they were just a bit tight. And yes, dear goldilocks, one was just right.

So what's the point of me telling you this? Just as it seemed sure that Ms. Goldilocks was gonna go home with her Rice-A-Roni, a newcomer to the brunch blurted out, "Someone get me a salt tablet. I'll make my feet swell up so those damn things fit!!!"

Don't come between a fag and her Prada, m-kay!!

And I'm done...

Yet another Saturday night out on the town here in Austin. A good time was had. However, challenges are always lurking just around the corner.

Within minutes of arriving out tonight, I encountered SA Boy. I haven't seen him since he left my house almost 2 years ago. In line for the bathroom, I heard my name called. I turned and saw him. It was nice talking to him tonight, but it was definitely interesting.

When I started casually chatting with him he stated, rather presumptuasly, "you're single?" I had to reply that I was not. I mean even though Brit Boy is in Sydney right now celebrating Sydney Mardi Gras, we are committed to each other. Upon me saying, "no, I'm not," I saw the light in his eyes go out. I'm not sure what he expected. Cuz from what I remember he's not a casual hook-up kinda guy. But that's definitely the vibe that I got from him tonight.

And then there was Tina Boy. Also from San Antonio, this boy was brought into the group I was hanging out with by Kelicious. This boy was tweaking so hard on Tina that I feared for his future oral hygiene. I mean the clenching and grinding of his teeth made me cringe.

But even through all that, he was able to rub all up against me and make it known that it wasn't a simply admiration of my ass in my jeans that he was interested in. Hot? Yes. But DAMN!! Lay off the pipe, girl!

Anyway. It's late, and I need to be heading to bed. I mean, come on... it's sleepy time!

Surprisingly, College Station has something to offer

I spent the better part of today in College Station, Texas. Normally, I wouldn't go to College Station (the home of Texas A&M) if my life depended on it. But there's a fitness workshop that I attend most years that happened to be out at A&M this year.

There were, however, a couple of instances that made the trek out into bum-fuck Texas worth it.

1) There was a swim meet going on. When I went in to the locker room to change for my first session of the workshop - OH MY GOD!!! Tall, lean, muscular boys in speedos. DAMN!!

2) Also at the Rec Center was a weight-lifting competition. Muscle dadies GALORE!!

(At this point I was about to swoon)

3) And the best point of it all? My first boss from when I started working at gyms about eight years ago approached me. At first she wasn't sure it was me. She said that she thought it was, but that "I hadn't aged at all."

I think I love her.

It's for the children

This was my first conversation this morning, over text:

Kelicious: oh my
Me: Oh my what?!?
Kelicious: I woke up with a 20 y/o in my bed.
Me: That's right! I forgot you hooked up with that kid.
Kelicious: Child. He still has acne!!

This last statement amused me to no end.

I. Am. Not. Happy.

I am a person of routine. I love me some spontaneity, but I also really like the comfort of having my morning cup of tea. The joys of my morning... um... uh.. workout session. Etc, etc, etc. It makes me feel in sync with the world. Moving through a wonderful cycle.

So it should come as no surprise that I have a special ritual when it comes to voting. I am very involved in politics, but I don't do the whole results party type thing. I wake up early on election day and vote. No early voting for me. I turn off all tv and radio shows that might give me a clue as to the exit polls. Perhaps I go and see a movie. The next morning I head to the store and purchase a newspaper, and that's how I find out the election results.

Not this year.

My job is sending me to Dallas/Ft. Worth on election day. So I have to early vote.

I. Don't. Like. Change. Like. This.

(pardon me while I go to the corner and pout)