As is well-documented on this blog, my admiration for drag queens is great. First and foremost, I have a great love for sparkly things. I am like a magpie in that respect. I am drawn to anything with sparkles and sequins. Drag queens also seem to have a great love for sparkly things. In addition, I love big fancy gowns, most likely because I have never worn a truly spectacular gown. Drag queens also love big fancy gowns. And of course, there’s the make-up. So, really, it’s a no-brainer that I sometimes clap in glee upon seeing a particularly fabulous drag queen, such as the one last December who was wearing a tight purple dress covered in tiny purple Christmas tree ornaments and sequins. Oh, the sparkles, the spectacle!
So when I found out about this event, I vowed that one day, with God as my witness, no less!, I will attend. Read more about the Night of a Thousand Gowns. The gala benefits PFLAG New York City.
It’s raining here. I have a headache. I want to sit on the couch all morning. But my apartment is a mess. I am torn between inertia and overcoming squalor. Sigh.
After thinking about last night, I decided to send an e-mail to two managers re: the group prayer at dinner. The team has taken a conservative slant as of late but woe to my colleagues if they assume everyone shares their beliefs.
I had a good workout today but managed to do something to my shoulder, and now I feel like I have a knot there. I took a long hot shower earlier and another one may be on my agenda for the evening.
Also on the agenda is the long-awaited Cadbury egg video. But before I can record it, I have to dry my hair and wait for the washer and dryer to finish … ah, the joys of living in 900 sq ft.
I saw “Blades of Glory” today — way funnier than I expected. Two thumbs up!
∗ Posted by Monique on 03.30.2007
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So my hosting switchover is complete. Michael at Second Rate Hosting is awesome and did the work for me. Plus, he’s Sodapops’s brother! My e-mail also is up and running again.
Tonight’s outing can be summed up thusly:
1. A group prayer that would not start until my dumbfounded compadre Chris and I held hands to complete the circle. Or something like that. Look, if you want to pray, pray. But don’t make assumptions about my faith. Oh, and this was at a fucking RESTAURANT.
2. The highlight of the dinner conversation was witty repartee with my youngest colleague, who delighted in telling me about his hunting days, including such tidbits that you could basically skin a rabbit with your bare hands. The conversation was eerily reminiscent of a date quite some time ago with this guy who also was a hunter.
3. The play started at 7:30. We got there at 7:35. Still not seated by 8, Chris and I decided to bail. It was a 3-hour drive, roundtrip, and I dropped him off about 9:30 and didn’t get home until 9:45 myself. Screw that shit.
4. Oh, and at the restaurant, I made a wise decision and got linguine with veggies in chile-garlic broth, with shrimp and scallops, and ignored all appetizers and desserts. Yeah, it was a real wise choice when, 3 hours later, I was fucking starving. Ugh. At least I looked cute with my new hair and black and white dress.
∗ Posted by Monique on 03.29.2007
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My girl Snarky Cool e-mailed me tonight. She’s filing for divorce this weekend. It always bothered me when people I hardly knew would congratulate me after my divorce. I always wanted to say, what the fuck do you know about my life? Obviously I had some unresolved and misdirected anger. I just wished SC good luck. What struck me about the whole process was how easy it was. Even after 6 years of marriage, plus 3 more years of dating on top of that, because we didn’t have kids, all we had to do was fill in some blanks and sign a few documents. My heart goes out to SC. Making the right decision sometimes is never easy and then you may never know if it was the “right” decision to make.
Then this morning, when I got to my desk, I had a VM from a colleague. I knew right away something was wrong, just from the way she took a breath before she started talking. The 10 seconds or so she talked before she got to the point seemed endless. Last night, her husband was rushed to the hospital with a suspected heart attack. He’s only 46 and in terrific shape. D and I are like sisters, we know each other so well. I was in tears listening to her message. Last I talked to her, they weren’t sure if it was a heart attack; best case scenario, it was a severe anxiety attack. Regardless, she was a wreck.
This afternoon, another colleague e-mailed the results of her ultrasound … it’s a boy. I am so very happy for her; I think she’ll be a great mother. I envy her sometimes, she was so sure of her path in life and stuck to it, and it’s all worked out very well for her. Between tears of joy for her and tears of worry for D and her husband, I’m surprised I made it through the day without a full-on crying fit. But what surprised me most of all was that I felt. Despite all of the patterns that persist in my life, at least suppressing my emotions isn’t one of them.
Finally, I was updating my MySpace page and read some words I typed over a year ago. This will be my path this year when it comes to relationships and who I’m looking for: “Someone who can keep up with and challenge me. I’d even be okay with someone who is smarter than me. Maybe. Definitely someone who can make me laugh — and who laughs at my jokes. A Democrat would be nice, but I’m not holding my breath.”
Y’all got anyone who fits the bill? Sister’s getting kind of bored over here.
After two hours of the salon, involving allover color, bleaching and highlights, plus a cut … my hair wasn’t the punchy red Jade and I had hoped for, so she’s going to re-red me next week. But I still like the color — it’s just, why have red highlights if they’re not red? At least that’s my philosophy.
So I came home from my writing class — more on that in a sec — and my apartment was so fucking hot. It’s like an inferno in here. My thermostat says the temperature in here is 80 fucking degrees. Ugh. That’s gonna make for some pleasant sleeping tonight.
Ok. The class. It’s a fiction-writing class, which I signed up for because I desperately need help with my writing. I am so used to blog-writing and my work-writing that I can’t do much else. Anyway, the class is comprised of me and two guys. I guess that is good since I am trying to be more outgoing about my writing, and I had to participate just because I couldn’t stand the silence. One of the guys looked really familiar and my first thought was, Oh God, have I dated him? LOL I caught the other guy looking at me several times, then at the end of class, he repeated the other guy’s name then looked at me and said, “And your name was ….” I was like, as if, slickster.
I have a date this weekend. We may be going to a play downtown. He seems like a nice guy, although we all know how I feel about nice guys. But that’s a habit I’m trying to break. He just moved here for work from another cold-weather state so he is a hockey fan too. He actually asked me out last Saturday, but it was a spur of the moment thing and I had already eaten dinner. And, okay, fine, I was feeling totally ill-prepared for a date.
I swung by Weight Watchers after work and I’m down another 1 lb. That brings my total to 18.4 lbs. My goal is to have lost 30 lbs by Memorial Day …
Tomorrow is the big hair night … now I’m torn between red or burgundy highlights. I’m ready for some added sass!
This is my most favoritest workout song EVER. It reminds me of being in South Beach, which means I probably did something unspeakable while wildly trashed at the club when this song was playing.
Anyway. I listened to it nonstop Sunday during my workout. I don’t like the original version of the song, but I love this mix. My favorite part starts at about 2:05 Then about 2:40, I really want to dance.
“Everytime (Above and Beyond Mix)” by Britney Spears
P.S. Upon further reflection, I decided this song makes me want to drink, dance and have sex. Now that’s a hell of a song!
From 10:30 a.m. until just after 8 p.m. I was in the car. Ok, for about 2 hours I was in a meeting, other than that I was driving or sitting in fucking Chicago traffic. I was actually in one of the ‘burbs, so it was an extra 35 miles or so added to the drive. I stopped three times on the way there, for Starbucks (twice) and lunch (once). Somehow, I didn’t stop AT ALL on the way home. I drove 200+ miles without stopping! I don’t know what that was about. But the meeting was valuable.
I entertained myself on the drive by listening to an audiobook. The timing was such that after waiting like two fucking hours for a sex scene, each time I had to stop to pay a toll, it would be in the middle of a sex scene. Four times I paid a toll, four times I was in the midst of slutty stuff. Yes, I’m so lame that even cheesy-ass descriptions of sex from a romance book distract me. The book is long — about 9 hours so I still have a few more to go.
I didn’t have dinner and now I’m hungry. I have to weigh in tomorrow. At this point I don’t give a rat’s ass. And I’m probably going to be up all night, thanks to my grande cappuccino with sf vanilla and a venti nonfat sf cinnamon dolce latte. Yay, corporate card.
I’ve added a few plug-ins lately and so far — keep your fingers crossed — I have not broken the internet again.
One plug-in added more smiley faces in the comments, like and and the other allows you to subscribe to comments.
I’m just killing time until it’s time for me to leave for Chicago. I scored an upgraded rental car. No mid-size for me, kiddies — I have a Subaru Tribeca. Yeah, I had to look it up too. It’s an SUV — I was dreading driving another Corolla!
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