Title Me Earl Grey-less

A good friend is in town visiting and last night several members of "the gang" all went out to Flats & the Candlelight. While there, I drank two big pots of Earl Grey (hot) tea and got wired and goofy. Vickie worried that I was drunk, but nope, it's just the natural wackiness of Kim brought on by too much bergamot and faux sugar. I told some silly story that had people laughing a whole lot, and Vickie said "you should put that in your blog." But dammit, I cannot, now that the Earl Grey is out of the system, remember what story it was I was supposed to tell you all. And that, my friends, sucks big ones. Perhaps V. will remind me in a comment. :)

What was a moment I remember is that the Candlelight had a very large crowd of very pretty young men there, with their long curly eyelashes and cute bottoms, they were better than the dessert counter. I looked around and said, with a sigh, "it's hard being a girl here tonight." (What with two "dessert counters," neither of which I was going to partake). There were not very many girls there, so one might think we girls would have been the center of attention. No, dear reader. These cute bottoms were not at all interested in MY bottom as they "play for the other team." But that doesn't mean a girl can't look, sistah! Cute bottoms in tight jeans and warm flannel shirts and fuzzy sweaters galore, and no guilt! Why, it was like a big giant fat free salad with extra radicchio and tomatoes and a sparkling water with a lime! No commitment, and all the fun of eye-candy!

On other news, I'm trying to decide if I should take the weekend trip to Shreveport again to spend the commercial romance holiday with the spousal unit. I was there last weekend, and while I would like to see him every single day, I just hate being out of town every single weekend. I like being home! And the cat hates being left by herself so much and makes me feel like a bad mom when I leave her. So if I don't go, I'm going to help out A&D at their Greek restaurant on Saturday night. They're having a raucous wine tasting party. Woo yeah, and, OPA! And, with kind regards to single folks, Valentine's Day just doesn't mean as much when your heart is given to someone every single day of the year. And he buys you chocolate whenever you want it, and you buy yourself flowers whenever you want them. It's just another Saturday, really. But it IS a three day weekend for "government types." So I'm thinkin' about it. We'll see what happens. Luckily, with my special flight privileges, I don't have to buy a ticket till I get to the airport (i.e., no advance planning needed.)