Fourth of July was fantabulous! Did all kinds of traditional fun-filled things…such as watching fireworks, hanging out by the pool, and…eating—lots!!
Tuesday night I went to a friend of Beck’s…a girl named Lane who was having people over at her place because she lives in prime viewing location of the grande fireworks display for the evening. She went all out with the foodstuffs and the beer. Fireworks were spectacular, party atmosphere was fun, traffic bit the big one!!
Tried to call Stephanie when I was out there because she lives in the same vicinity, but she never returned my call. I hope that asshole boyfriend of hers hasn’t laid a finger on her or I will have to get ugly about it. I’m a tad concerned, but then again, I’m not. It’s her business and I guess we’re not that great of friends, but I just can’t help but think that only something bad will come out of this situation. She’s called me in emergencies before. I think I’m just bracing myself for it. Hell, I’m ten years her senior. She looks at me as more of a mother figure anyway. And I will be there for her. Not going to say that I’ll be happy to bail her out of this situation, but if it ever gets that way…well, you know.
Got home fairly early because the next morning I was attending the brunch of a co-worker’s. It was absolutely wonderful. This guy (Rob) lives in the coolest house with the most amazing grounds. His backyard is filled with pathways and gardens and fountains. Gorgeous. And the inside is just as spectacular. It is an older house (exactly like what I want and can’t afford!) and it’s filled with antiques and paintings and knick knacks from his travels all over the world.
Rob had a bunch of people over early to caravan to a Fourth of July Parade (which Beck and I attended…I can’t believe Beck actually went with me…she usually doesn’t get out of bed until the crack of noon!). The parade was great for the kids. Buttloads of candy. And to be quite honest, it did wonders for my soul. I don’t know why, but I adore stuff like that. Is that the kid in me? I don’t remember enjoying parades as much as a kid…now I love them (remind me to tell you about the St. Patrick’s Day parade in NYC)!
After the parade, we all went back to Rob’s and ate brunch…complete with champagne, cinnamon buns, fruit, sausage, and colaches (which I call Weenie Thingies! YUM!)…oh and soooo much more!
Later that afternoon, I met Beck, Lane and some other people at Tim’s rooftop pool. He just moved into a pretty groovy loft downtown and he had us over for MORE BEER and MORE FOOD! Ugh. I ate too much, but must say that I’ve been pretty good lately with the alcohol intake. I drink just enough to get the smallest of buzzes started and then I just ride it out. Never drunk. And I’ve been trying to get into the habit of drinking water in between or when I stop drinking alcohol altogether. Most people might think that this is no big deal, but there was a time when there’s no way I would have stopped unless I was passing out or puking.
Anyway….no real good guy watching at the pool because every guy…and I do mean every guy there is gay. Nothing wrong with that; it’s just that I like to take in a little bit of eye candy when I can and the pool is the perfect place. I guess the hip thing right now are those kinda skimpy short-shorts for guys. Almost a short version of a bicycle pant. Can I just say that it is JUST as revealing as a Speedo bikini?! Lord almighty….there were some bulges being flaunted out there! There were times when I literally had to look the other direction. Talk about Weenie Thingies!
All in all, the Fourth was a good thing. I was even in bed early on the actual fourth because I got to see the fireworks on the night before.
I swear, I get more responsible by the day! Please don’t let me get boring….please?!
Later.
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