Happy Halloween

I love scrabble. Really I do.

I have been playing since I was a kid and have since grown up to love crosswords as well so I think I am a force to be reckoned with on the board. Why do I bring this up you asked … well because I played scrabble for the first time in about a year last night - and won - but that is not why I am writing about it. I am posting in the hopes that all who read it will say, scrabble! Yeah! I love scrabble! and find way to get a game going soon. Create away word lovers!

Yes Mommy you would have been proud I scored over 200 in a game with 3 people. For those that don't play, that is not too shabby, especially since I haven't played in over a year.

On the topic of scrabble, I truly miss scrabble blitz, a great speed solitaire version of scrabble that use to be offered on games.com. It really kept my scrabble muscles nibble. For those that don't own their own scrabble board (a sad thing truly) but want to get a game together, you can still go to games.com and play scrabble blast or srabble rack attack (close to the blitz but not as good). Games.com should give me a commission ... or at least a free download, don't you think?

The Single Girl

ps. I realize my post has nothing to do with the title but it is Halloween so I thought I should say something.

Pod-o-licious

I am now the proud owner of an ipod nano. I spent most of my Sunday copying music from cd, to my computer and soon it will all go on the ipod. It was a long purchase process and I must thank CMG for driving me all over the city to look at different pods, and checking prices but it was all worth it.

An actual quote as we left the store …

CMG: So are you happy? Do you like your new ipod

TSG: Do I like? If it vibrated I wouldn’t leave the house!

Hail Caesar!

So I went out cocktailing on Friday night with my Chatty Male Girlfriend (CMG) - everyone wants a cool nickname … who knew it was so catchy.

So we decided to go to the new trendy – read expensive – bar in town. We were only going to stay for one 12 dollar cocktail each but not long after we sat down I noticed that "Caesar" was sitting in the corner. Caesar was with a group of friends a Roman Soldier, Cleopatra, a Cat nad some other less than inventive people with out costumes. Caesars costume was perfect right down to the sandles and the crown of gold leaves. I was in a Betty Page wig and felt flirty. CMG agreed with my assessment of Caesar and encouraged me to "hit that."

There are things in the realm of dating that I think I am good at. I can catch a man’s eye look awas and look back so he knows I think he is cute. I can time a trip to the bathroom just right so I am walking towards it as he is walking away so we can say hello and I can come up with a witty comment to start a conversation. What I am no good a closing the deal. Unlike my gay friends I just don’t know how to eloquently say let’s get out of here, or do you want my number?

So for about an hour, and an extra 12 dollar cocktail I did my best flirt. I caught his eye repeatedly. I made the perfect move toward the bathroom and we exchanged hellos, I even had a brief but cute chat about his costume with him. But no closer. He and his friends left the bar and didn’t even get a number. CMG was very disappointed, but really I wasn’t out to pick up so it was okay.

After Caesar left the bulding CMG and I wisely left the expensive bar and hit the pub for some more “cock”tails and pizza to sop up some of the martinis we just consumed. At the end of the night we almost hit a third bar for fun, but as we walked up to the door a very young ( i.e. under 20) androgynous person came out of the bar with a skateboard in hand and bad pop came out of the bar. We looked at each other and said Maybe Not. So I hailed a cab and smartly went home to sleep in my own bed without shame or regret.

OMG … The Things People Blog About …

Have you ever gone to http://www.blogger.com/ and hit the random blog link? I hit it a few times and found some strange and wonderful blogs. Now I don't claim to be saving the world from evil or anything but some people really are posting some interesting and strange stuff.

Here are some of the highlights of my adventures in random blogging.

I think this woman is crazy … and she keeps referring to herself as a good girl and she describes sex in lurid detail. I mean just read her profile … just a little out there. http://hearta.blogspot.com/


This site is kind of interesting and to be truthful I found it on the sites of note section of the same page. These guys have some interesting tips for life. http://dumblittleman.blogspot.com/

And finally a blog that if it wasn’t anonymous would be a lawsuit waiting to happen. If you go here also check out the roll call on the right as well and see some other doctors who also blog … it scares me.
http://obgynkenobi.blogspot.com/

I encourage people to do some random blog reading. I also encourage you all to forward me your strange and wonderful blogs sites!

Happy Hunting!

The Single Girl

Codes and Karma

Okay I get it. Screening is not the answer. It is childish and passive aggressive. I can’t promise I won’t do it again but this experience of being screened has taught me that I need to answer my calls and let people know that I don’t want to talk to them no matter how hard that might seem. The funny thing is I don’t want to talk to Mr. X anymore so why do I care what they think of me? Obviously when I screen a person doesn’t like me so it shouldn’t be that big a deal. Lame, I know I am lame.

All that said I feel I must apologize to the Young Jer, Dummer, Mr. Bad Kisser, The Old Fish and many others but I can’t remember your names (or given nicknames), for screening more than once. I am sorry, by no means do I think that this will change the screen that I am currently experiencing but I wanted to put it out there … for Karma’s sake.




So that was the post I was composing last night – I often begin a post in the evening and then edit in the morning - but when I got up this morning this was in my inbox from Mr. Awesome with the subject heading ALIVE:

I am alive, i swear. It just that for every second that i have i need two...

Damn you seconds..... damn you to an unhappy life of cars on blocks and women with no teeth!!

Witty … sure. Cute … kind of. Meaning … I have no idea!

So now I find myself having to modify the post to talk about codes and the secret language of dating. I have been in the dating pool for about 15 years now and I have always had a terrible time reading signs or understanding the hidden language spoken between lovers.

Here is an example of the “code” that Fireboy and I use. Tea in the afternoon generally means I want to get together but can’t fool around this trip. Dinner or Drinks at your/my place means I have an agenda that includes a bottle of wine and you naked. Drinks in the evening at a bar means I can’t make any promises but let’s see what happens. Confused? Funnily enough without ever explaining this to one another we got it. Then laughed about it one night over drinks in a bar … before making out.

Awesome and I don’t have a clear language so something like this - when I was sure I was being screened - is … well … perplexing. If I thought he would return my call in any timely matter I would call and try and have an honest conversation without codes or positioning, because at this point I just need to know what is going on so I can just let go and move on. “He is just not that into you” from Sex and the City is running through my head … as is “You’re right, you’re right, I know you’re right” from When Harry Met Sally. And yet I still let it fester.

As promised readers you are the first to know – aren’t you glad you get to be a part of my neurosis? I am.

On a completely unrelated topic I love freewill astrology! Rob Brezsny’s writing is great. I go on line every Thursday to read what the week will bring. More often than not it is very inspiring, witty and insightful. So I encourage everyone to take a look this week especially because he gives Halloween costume suggestions for every sign. Go to http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/

Enjoy!

The Single Girl

Thoughts? Comments?

So I was just informed that my comments section was not working, or had to be approved by me or some other crazy thing. Well it is all fixed now so feel free to comment away.

I was beginning to think that either people weren't reading or just didn't care.

I am so happy to learn that it is just my ineptness with the internet.

Wheww! My ego is in tact for at least another day, until I realize tomorrow that no one really wanted to say anything to me in the first place.

The Single Girl

Last night I went out for traditional Tuesday drinks with two people from work. What makes it traditional you ask? About a year ago we started leaving the office early to go to our regular pub for an after work beverage once a week. After a few weeks I noticed that it was happening on Tuesdays most of the time so we sort of made it a tradition. How do we get away with leaving work early to do this? One of the people I go for dinks with is the boss. Love my job …

Anyway, we have not been able to get out on a Tuesday for a while as things have been pretty busy at work. But last night more than made up for the weeks we lost. We had a great time, caught up on lots of gossip, had a small pizza and chatted about all things both work and life related. After the first beer – a lovely Belgium style beer with about 9% alcohol – we all realized we needed to have one more as the conversation was just picking up steam.

The evening kept on rolling and the drinks were definitely flowing because when I got home around 8pm I had four pints of beer in me. Once home I proceeded to make a double decker grill cheese sandwich and eat 6 or 7 slices of cheese while waiting for the sandwich to grill. Then I drunk dialed a friend. He is on a work thing staying at a swank hotel, I talked about ditching Awesome, he talked about his new girl and laughed at me a lot … all very blurry. Then I started to compose a blog and realized writing, like so many things, is not a good idea when you have had copious amounts of alcohol and cheese. I wisely stopped writing and went to bed just before 10pm with a pint of water at my side.

And yet I was still shocked to wake up at 3am with a brick in my stomach unable to fall back asleep for more than an hour. I kept lying there thinking why can’t I get back to sleep. Hmmm Drunk girl ... maybe it is the ½ pound of cheese just sitting rotting in your stomach, or the four pints rising up against you.

So this morning I am a little tired and not in the least bit hungry - for cheese or anything else. Luckily I drank enough water last night that I don't feel hungover. It is a good thing we can’t have another Tuesday night for a month. I don’t think I could manage this again next week.

The Single Girl

Letter of Dismissal

Dear Mr. Awesome,

I am writing to inform you that effective immediately I no longer require your services.

As much as I have enjoyed your company when we are together I must say I am a little tired of doing all the work to set up and plan our dates. Over the past 4 weeks I don’t believe you have called or emailed without me first placing a call or an email. While we have never defined the nature of our relationship this lack of interest on your part has brought about this decision.

Please believe me when I say I have no hard feelings but this just isn’t as fun as it was in the beginning. I will miss our nights at the theatre, our romps in and around the bedroom and watching your snakes eat small rodents but alas all things must come to an end.

I wish you all the best in your future dating endeavors.

Respectfully Yours,

The Single Girl


No I didn’t send this letter but I have been tempted to send this or something like this for a few days now. I really have to say goodbye to Mr. Awesome, but I think he is employing the screen and I feel I have to respect that as I a fan and regular user of that methodology of ending a relationship as documented both here and here. Should I hear from Mr. Awesome, I assure you my small but dedicated readership you will be the first to know.

Is it depressing music if it doesn’t depress you?

I was at a great party last night. Just the right amount of people, good conversation, a healthy amount of booze, a dance floor and great music. One of the fabulous party hosts moved his bed out of his room to make a dance floor. Around midnight –the dancing hour- roomie and I made use of the room dancing to some Jay-Z, Kayne and other danceable tunes.

At around 1am I was a little partied out as I was still tired from my Friday night out with the gossip but dancefloor party host said no you can’t go now! Grab a beer and let’s lie on my floor and listen to music. I said … well, let me grab a beer. So for the next 2 hours we went through his music collection – which is great by the way – I tried to out do each other with sad and depressing songs. Music that I lovingly refer to as music to slit your wrists to. We played Ryan Adams, Gillian Welsh, Bonnie Prince Billy, Emmy Lou Harris, Joni Mitchell, Death Cab for Cutie, Damien Rice and the list goes on and on. Now it wasn’t just the two of us people came in and out of the room adding to the playlist and listening to new tunes they hadn’t heard before.

Here is the funny part, neither one of us get depressed listening to sad music. It is just so beautiful and so well written that all we can do is appreciate it for its beauty. The melodies, the poetry, the harmonies, and the choice of instruments for each song made us happy rather than sad. Sure sometimes a sad song can pull you into a sad place if you are already there but on a regular day it just makes me smile as I listen to what a group of artists can do when brought together with voices and instruments. So I ask you is it depressing music if it doesn’t depress you?

Did I ask for your help?

Friday night was a bit of a big night. I had a work event and then went to the bar and met up with friends who are here from out of town. I ended up sitting at the bar and gossiping until about 1am, which wasn’t great because I had to be at work on Saturday at 8:30am for a staff retreat.

The retreat was great but I wasn’t feeling totally rested Saturday afternoon when I went for a stroll and some window shopping with the gossip from the night before. Nevertheless I found a dress style that I wanted to try on. Gossip was trying something on and I figured it would eat up a little time. I came out of the change room and the dress was not flattering to my figure, one size too big, not a great colour on me and it was more than I was willing to spend on a dress that day (i.e 0$). When I came out to show the gossip the dress and tell her my rationale for not buying the dress (you all do it too, it keeps the sales people at bay) this woman with a southern drawl, from the change room beside me started telling me that my dress was great.

As I told her it was too big in the stomach and didn’t fall right she said no it is good the line is lovely on you and started showing me by running her hands down my legs to demonstrate. I continued to tell her no in-fact the dress did not fit right. "Well, maybe you are right but you know what dress would look good on you ..." and she took off into the store and came back with another dress and told me I had to try it on. "You just give me a holler when you come out. I want to see it on you." I looked at the gossip like who the hell is this woman but thought best not to argue.

I came out of the change room in the dress and it too didn’t fit right and even if it did I WAS NOT GOING TO BUY A DRESS. “See I was right, it is fantastic on you. Look at the way it falls, and the colour. Oh it is just so nice.” I assured her that the dress was not my style, that the sleeves were too long, and the colour wasn’t right and on and on but she KEPT TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO BUY THE DAMN DRESS. I finally said I wasn’t going to buy the dress. "Well that is too bad. It is a great colour, it matches your eyes." At that point I was vaguely tempted to tell her she shouldn’t buy the dress that she had on as it wasn’t flattering but thought better of it and just grabbed the gossip and left the store before the aging southern belle tried to fit me for a new bra.

Honesty

You know it is not just a Billy Joel song anymore …

I found myself in a conversation about Honesty in relationships last night. It began -with a man we will call S&T- and I discussing about how honest one should be when telling someone you don’t want to date them anymore, as he had just told a woman he didn’t want to date anymore. I believe that in the first three dates I am fully within my rights to screen calls from men I don’t want to date. Call it what you will but it is my preferred methodology. But once past three dates there is an obligation to say something and I believe in being honest, theoretically. Really can a girl who regularly screens really be that honest? But I am getting off topic …
I told S&T that I believe a certain amount of honesty is important. For instance saying it is you not me, I am not ready for a relationship right now, I don’t feel as strongly as you and I don’t want to hurt you are all totally acceptable. Saying something to the effect of I like talking to you but I find you completely unattractive when you take your clothes off, not so good. S&T agreed that this was good and he too believed in honesty then he asked me how honest I want people to be. This my friends is what is sometimes known as the TSN turning point.

The conversation changed directions completely from ending relationships to what S&T is looking for in a relationship and he started asking what I am looking for in a relationship. Then S&T told me he wanted to be honest and told me that he has a date this weekend but he would really like to be with me because he likes me and thinks I am very cute. How does one respond to this while having a conversation about honesty?

I could have defaulted to I am seeing someone right now – as I had mentioned Awesome - but the shock and awe of comment left me speechless. I sort of sputtered something and tried to steer the conversation in another direction. We had a few awkward minutes of small talk and then I removed myself from the conversation.

The honest thing would have been to tell him I was flattered but not interested. As much as I believe in the theory I am not very good at the practice. I got up went to the bathroom and then got into a conversation at the bar with other friends for about 15 minutes. It is the face to face version of the screen. Honestly, it seemed like the right thing to do in the moment.

The Single Girl

Life is Good

Why you ask? It is the little things. It is my dad saying he has more good days than bad right now , giggling on the phone with my mom like we are 12 year old girls, getting an email from the boy I like (yes Awesome) as 5:45am to say he is not ignoring me he is really busy and sorry he hasn’t called, the unspoken choreography between my roommate and I as we effortlessly share our little bathroom in the morning to brush our teeth, the trust and faith that my boss has in me as demonstrated through funny emails, and watching a little duck land in the river with simple grace as I walk to work in the morning.

Call me sappy all you want ... I think those are the things that truly Keep the Dream Alive.

TSG

A New Name, and an important distinction

In a recent conversation with OGB (Original Gay Boyfriend) he told me while he loves being referred to on this site especially with an acronym, he needed me to know that he self identifies as Queer as oppose to Gay. Okay I said I will now refer to you on the site as OQB (Original Queer Boyfriend).

The original acronym almost made OQB sound like an OBGYN so this change is probably a good thing. Now his title makes him sound like some sort of strange quarterback.

So there you are OQB, as promised I changed your name and devoted an entry to you – which I am sure you feel is only right.

Loves ya Babes! And the rest you fabulous babies that read!

xo

The Single Girl or (TSG)

I love dancing with the stars. I saw the very first season and I watched it religiously. Since then I have not had the time (or truthfully as much of an interest) to devote to the show and therefore only catch it when I am flat on my back with a heating pad, or home with a cold. Last night I saw the show and I have to say between Joey Lawerence, Mario Lopez and the disco dance off I was entranced!

I am sure it is a hold over from the Gimme a Break/Blossom/Saved by the Bell years but I loved everything about it. Those two men are great dancers and so much fun to watch. I became twelve years old watching that show. If I wasn’t suffering a back injury I am sure I would have been dancing around my living room like the geeky girl that I am.

In case you care, Mario Lopez in a better dancer – in my humble opinion - but I have always had a crush on Joey Lawerence so I am not sure where my allegiances lie.

TSG

Ps. I know I said I wasn’t going to post for a few days but when something this important comes up I just have to write about it.

So here I am lying on my living room floor enjoying my muscle relaxant … yes my back is still out … so there may not be any entries in the next day or two as I will either be at work or enjoying my Robax on the floor. I know I promised to write about my weekend but not much happened to tell the truth, so y’all (like all 4 of you who read this) will have to wait a few days for something exciting to happen. But don’t worry I have an work event on Friday and three parties on Saturday night so there is bound to be something then. So I must get my back rested up before the weekend.

Hugs,

The Single Girl

Okay so I have been having trouble connecting to the internet all weekend so I will be posting for the next few days about the weekend cause, well I don't like reading really long blog entries a lot of the time, so I try not to write time. Besides, isn't it more fun to hear stuff a little bit at a time?


A lovely visit with the girls Thursday afternoon. We had everything, wine, cheese, a baby and lots of gossip to keep us entertained for hours. But then the stupidity hit …

After I left I was walking down the street towards transit and I remembered that I needed to put more money on my pay as you go phone. So I dialed the number and at the same time I started to riffle through my wallet to find my credit card so I could pay for said minutes. As I was on the phone, approaching transit and pulling my Credit Card out of my wallet the entire contents of my wallet spilled out all over the sidewalk.

As this point a sane person would have hung up the phone and started grabbing their money, receipts and other wallet type stuff. But not me, with the phone in my ear, the credit card in my mouth I proceeded to try to gather up my belongings in a gentle breeze. This meant that I looked like some sort of warped game of twisted with my receipts under my right foot, a twenty under my left foot, a fiver in my right hand and spin the wheel again … It was at this point as I was trying to say wireless service with a credit card in my mouth that I came to my senses and finally hung up the phone and realized that I am not the multi-tasker I thought I was.

Why are the last 45 minutes of a flight always the worst? I can sit on a plane for 5 or 6 hours without a care in the world and then in the final 40 minutes I feel like I am four years old repeating "are we there yet, are we there yet?” Today I have a window seat, which is fine because I have short legs and a strong bladder so I don’t have get up which makes the window good for me because I don’t like to get up and down and up and down for people sitting around me. I also really enjoy looking out the window as the country passes me by. The water is my favourite thing. Crossing the prairies on a sunny day is beautiful as you can watc the sun reflect off all the little rivers down below.

I am looking forward to this trip, and not just because work is paying but because I get to see some of my favourite people, most especially my parents, but that is tomorrow. This afternoon is all about new babies and old friends. Tonight, one of my favourite restaurants with OGB and Fireboy and then a show - the second one this week. But the best part … a hotel room all to myself and no reason to get up in the morning. As soon as I am settled I will be getting a bathrobe and maybe a bottle of wine to truly enjoy my time alone.

I have meetings all weekend but who cares. Tomorrow I will wake up on my own time, have a nice long hot shower and sit in my bathrobe and look out over the city.

Sometimes it is the simple things that make everything else worth doing.

The Single Girl

It is official … I am old. I threw my back out last night having sex … who does that? I feel like I am 80 years old not like the 30 flirty and fabulous girl that I am. Luckily I am going out of town in the morning so Mr. Awesome will never know … But it will totally crap my plans with Fireboy. This is not keeping the dream alive at all. This is killing the dream one vertebrae at a time …

Time for the heating pad. This is so sad ...

The Single Girl

GB and I went to our very first NHL game last night. Our seats were okay, not nose bleed but not close enough to see nose bleeds during a fight, but who cares the game was fun, and the eye candy was great.

I am not sure how I made it this far in life without realizing the pros attached to attending pro sports games. As a kid I went to my dad’s hockey and baseball games all the time. When I was little I spent most of my time running around with all the other kids who’s dads were playing hockey, baseball, curling, lawn bowling ... whatever. As I got older I did watch some plays between games of tag and hide and seek. Last night I was there just to watch the game and believe it or not I actually enjoyed watching the game. To be honest I got up from my seat at least 4 times to get beer, or junk food or get rid of beer, but for the 35 minutes or so that I was actually watching I was into the game. I found myself yelling things like “shoot the puck” or “nooooo” and commenting with GB that our team was not playing well together tonight.

Going to an event like this with GB is perfect because we both have about the same attention span so just as we were getting bored we would take some time to assess and criticize the people sitting around us. The best being the man we called GB’s new boyfriend who had a peach fuzz mustache, the beginning of a mullet and sandals. GB put it best … “That is wrong 365 days of the year.” Oh how right you are.

Tonight I am off to the theatre, a very different event for sure. I will not be yelling shoot or “NOOOOOO” – but I may screaming "noooo" inside my head. And tonight my date will be Mr. Awesome not GB. One would think that Awesome would have wanted the hockey tickets and GB the theatre tickets, but sometimes life surprises you and the jock wants to see theatre and the gay man wants to go to hockey.

TTFN

The Single Girl

Bad Influence

Within 7 hours of moving in GB and I have gotten drunk, eaten a large plate of nachos and fries with Mayo, napped, watched bad TV, talked about producing our own pornos (gay ones of course) and eaten the last of the chocolate fondue with bananas and pound cake. I pointed this out to GB while we were eating chocolate fondue and watching The Simpsons. He replied “Tomorrow I am eating salad. No wait I can't, I am going to the hockey with you to drink a bucket of beer oh well.”

It has never been entirely clear who the bad influence is in our relationship but living together could prove to be deadly. I am so excited.

Tonight we are going to the hockey game to drink a bucket of beer and see if we can't find any gay boys for GB to pick up. This is going to be so much fun

The Single Girl

Meg Ryan movies kill me. Just when I am sure that I am a totally hardened cynic I watch Meg Ryan flit about the screen for ninety minutes and I melt. Sad really, I never think of myself as a romantic but for the next twenty minutes or so I will be a mushy little girl who believes that true love is possible. Damn you Meg Ryan!

Thank goodness I rented V for Vendetta so I can get back the reality.

TSG

New Roomie

Beginning Sunday I will have a new roommate. No old roomie is not going to move out, Gay Boyfriend (GB) is moving in to the spare room. Although it is very exciting to think about having a new roommate, the process of getting the house prepared for another person is a lot of work.

Roomie spent all day yesterday re-arranging her room and the living room so everyone could have their own chair, including the dog. And when I got home I had to re-arrange my room (which I am not sure I am happy with) and together we attacked the dining room and kitchen to make room for new kitchen stuff. I am really excited about new kitchen stuff and cooking the GB. He is a great cook and can teach me lots about prep and spices and such. So bring on the gack!

As much as I really just wanted to curl up in a little ball and veg-out last night as I am still recovering from the weekend, it was really great to purge and re organize. We threw stuff out we didn’t need, don’t use or is broken and discovered we own a fondue set. Isn’t that fantastic! No I think it is actually retro-licious.

So to sum up ... re organizing and cleaning good ... new Roomie Great ... Fondue Set Priceless

Keeping the dream alive is really hard work. I think I am coming down with a cold after my weekend of shenanigans and no sleep, which would be the 4th time I have been sick in 4 months. Maybe I need to stop keeping the dream alive and work on keeping me alive. Maybe next week.

TSG

Awesome

What can I say … I am living the dream and tasting the magic, or at least that was the saying of the weekend. Friday I took the afternoon of work to spend time with friends (Original Gay Boyfriend and The Loud Girl) in town visiting for the weekend. We managed to stay out of the bar until around 3pm. Which all things considered I think was really a show of restraint on our part.

We hit the pub to enjoy an afternoon mid cocktail after all our hard work shopping. We were quickly joined by more friends for more cocktails and lots of laughs. With a cold beer and my brand new cowboy hat - I know what you are thinking, but it was a gift and looks fantastic. Truly you have to believe me - I embraced 30.

After 5 pints of beer, a Sicilian kiss bought for me by Loud Girl we came home for a disco nap before heading off to the club for the night. Apparently when I got home my parents called, but to be honest I couldn't tell you what was said after happy birthday. Mom, as always I am making you proud.

So after the nap we got dressed for the club and listen to Sexy Back (my current guilty pleasure song). I have to take a break from the story to properly thank my parents for the lovely birthday gift they bought me ... a corset. Now it is not like they sent it in the mail, they just sent money but I saw, while window shopping Friday afternoon and was offered a 15% discount because it was my birthday. Could you say no ... I didn't think so. So in my new very tasteful corset we headed off to the club.

We met up Mr. Awesome and his best friend at the door to the club. (Who is Mr. Awesome? He would be … well ... ummm … the flavour of the month). After a short 10 minute wait we got into the club, but not before overhearing some guy offer the door man $2000.00 to jump the line. Two Grand, if I have that kind of money kicking around I would not use it that way, there are way better clubs to bribe a doorman at. Inside the DJ was playing funk and disco which was perfect for my mood. So with a beer in one hand and a vodka and cranberry in the other I hit the dance floor with Mr. Awesome. We had a great time and everyone was buying me drinks, birthdays can be so good.

By about 1am it was clear to Awesome and I that it was time for us to go back to my house for some alone time so we said our goodbyes (I think) and headed home. Now I am not a prude but I think some things are better left to the imagination, but if you need a bit of direction it was awesome. Saturday morning was, well awesome again. But I then had to say my goodbyes to Mr. Awesome as it was off to a party in the mountains!

I woke up Original Gay Boyfriend (OGB), piled our hungover asses into the car and we hit the road to find the next party.

I truly believe that road trips are not something you can do with everyone in your life but OGB and I are great travel companions. I am the driver and he is the DJ and photographer. It was a perfect afternoon, we had an ipod full of music, a few tourist towns and the open road to guide us. We stopped 4 times to chew the scenery, get OGB some new shots for his manline profile (which are totally hot btw) and grab a bite. After our 5 hour road trip we found the grounds, pulled up a log by the fire and cracked a beer.

As the sun went down into the mountains the DJ began to play and we watched the trees light up and the disco ball begin to spin. Over the course of the evening 5 or 6 different DJs played for the crowd. We danced for a while, sat by the fire for a bit and met some fellow partiers, watched some fire spinning (or poi as the kids call it) at midnight, laid in the hammock (yes there was a hammock) and watched the dance floor and the stars swing by. At about 4:30 it began to rain so we decided to pack it in for the night and climbed into the car put the seats down and had a nap.

I woke up at about 8am, climbed out of the car to find the final DJ still playing and about 15 people still dancing. I grabbed an apple out of the car and watched the last few minutes of the party and again woke up the OGB (I wonder how much he hates that) and we hit the road to come home. The drive back was much more subdued then the drive there, but with only about 3 hours sleep it was bound to happen.

OGB and I arrived back in the city at around 1pm and spent the afternoon lying around the house telling stories, eating cupcakes and laughing with Gay Boyfriend and Loud Girl, you know your average Sunday afternoon. Then it was time to go to bed early as I had to be an adult in the morning. Ick.

Now if that isn’t keeping the dream alive, I don’t know what is!

Kisses

The Single Girl