Please don't fire me...
Well, it's been two and a half days of non-posting goodness, and I'm sure very trying for all three readers who have come to expect quasi-regular updates during the week. I'd like to find a scapegoat in my new friend T, who's invitations to spend the night (while not delivered naked, might as well have been, for all their magnetic appeal...so much so that I found myself saying "of course" before I'd realized what had transpired, damn these women and their feminine wiles!) have kept me a) from my computer and b) from a non-sleepy state of consciousness in which to compose this drivel, but where would that get us? The fact of the matter is that I probably could have pumped _something_ out, even if not anything of lasting importance and/or value. For this, I apologize, loyal readers (I'm really glad to have broken out of that 1-2 reader demographic...it really frees me up to use more grandiose verbiage. And thanks to Ro for being the only one to consistently comment, even when it doesn't make sense! ;) Just kidding babe...)
By way of updates, I'll go at it Cliff's Notes stylee (that's how they say that in Long Beach, and thus, the cool way...not that I've ever purchased/read/used Cliff's Notes, but I'm going to guess it's just a synopsis type retelling...) Hopefully this will bring us all up-to-date so we can move on.
Friday night: Aside from what I already went over, basically, I got drunk, complete with drunk dialing episode...some people were reached, some were left incoherent voicemails, etc. After that, we get back to the hotel, frolic a bit, go to bed, and I whine about sleeping by myself and how no one loves me, in a weak effort to scam my way into the other bed. Fortunately, the variable of how big a a loser I really am is not lost on my roommates-for-the-evening, they take pity on me, and allow me a little comfort. ;) Needless to say, I slept pretty damn well after that. Well, except for a wee-hours exploration into a very dark bathroom. Who could I even have encountered in there? the mind boggles. Did I dream the very hot, very wet tousle that ensued? Wow, let's hope not. Definitely slept like the proverbial [drunk] baby then.
Saturday: Amazing lack of hangover...breakfast at the local waffle shack, a bit of walking around to get some things done (part two of two of the ostensible raison d'etre of the journey in the first place), followed by some shopping on the main drag. Does anything in this town NOT smell of patchouli? CDs are perused, beads are rifled through, vintage clothing browsed, hand carved wooden shoes are tried on, fawned over, denounced, purchased and begrudgingly accepted, and all was right with the world. Head back to civilization/HFZ (hippie-free zone), right after a brief stop on the Blowing Rock main drag, which in all it's quaintness, smacks of tourist trapism. Cool hattery though, got some good blackmail photos.
Return to the resort to pick up my car, where the highly-anticipated introduction of D to the king and queen of the resort takes place (and seems to go swimmingly, at that), and I part company with the beloved D/Mo. *sigh* What a blissful couple of days. Chat with the king/queen for a few, then take my leave to prepare for the evening's events. Call new friend T to verify that we're still on, head home, shower, change, make preparations, then head out over to the club, where T will be making her debutante appearance as my date. [drumroll] All goes well, head home around 6am? Promptly crash in order to be up and ready for Resort gathering at 2PM.
Sunday: Head out to Lowe's Foods to puck up the requisite 6 lbs. Old Bay steamed shrimp for the party, after which, who should I get a call from but HF Kel. Of all things, turns out we're approaching the same intersection from two angles, and she's got pastries for me! Yay! The luck never ends!. We wave at one another (I'm the first car at the light, and she's the second car in the left-turn lane to my left, about to turn into my street.) I get the light first, and pull into the next parking lot, where she follows. I invite her to accompany me to the gathering, but alas, she has other obligations, and not even the famed Old Bay shrimp can tempt her. Pity.
Arrive at the resort about an hour late, where the party has only barely begun. It ends up being quite a blowout, I go on not one, but two alcohol runs, and proceed to et drunk on champagne again. Nice. I pass out at maybe 11pm, only to be awakened by an angelic concerned friend a few hours later. Minor epiphany follows, things may never be the same...
Monday: Relax at the resort, assist with maintenance of the infrastructure, vis-a-vis the reimplementation of the wireless system and remote aural delivery system.
Gotta head out for now, will try to finish up this entry later...
By way of updates, I'll go at it Cliff's Notes stylee (that's how they say that in Long Beach, and thus, the cool way...not that I've ever purchased/read/used Cliff's Notes, but I'm going to guess it's just a synopsis type retelling...) Hopefully this will bring us all up-to-date so we can move on.
Friday night: Aside from what I already went over, basically, I got drunk, complete with drunk dialing episode...some people were reached, some were left incoherent voicemails, etc. After that, we get back to the hotel, frolic a bit, go to bed, and I whine about sleeping by myself and how no one loves me, in a weak effort to scam my way into the other bed. Fortunately, the variable of how big a a loser I really am is not lost on my roommates-for-the-evening, they take pity on me, and allow me a little comfort. ;) Needless to say, I slept pretty damn well after that. Well, except for a wee-hours exploration into a very dark bathroom. Who could I even have encountered in there? the mind boggles. Did I dream the very hot, very wet tousle that ensued? Wow, let's hope not. Definitely slept like the proverbial [drunk] baby then.
Saturday: Amazing lack of hangover...breakfast at the local waffle shack, a bit of walking around to get some things done (part two of two of the ostensible raison d'etre of the journey in the first place), followed by some shopping on the main drag. Does anything in this town NOT smell of patchouli? CDs are perused, beads are rifled through, vintage clothing browsed, hand carved wooden shoes are tried on, fawned over, denounced, purchased and begrudgingly accepted, and all was right with the world. Head back to civilization/HFZ (hippie-free zone), right after a brief stop on the Blowing Rock main drag, which in all it's quaintness, smacks of tourist trapism. Cool hattery though, got some good blackmail photos.
Return to the resort to pick up my car, where the highly-anticipated introduction of D to the king and queen of the resort takes place (and seems to go swimmingly, at that), and I part company with the beloved D/Mo. *sigh* What a blissful couple of days. Chat with the king/queen for a few, then take my leave to prepare for the evening's events. Call new friend T to verify that we're still on, head home, shower, change, make preparations, then head out over to the club, where T will be making her debutante appearance as my date. [drumroll] All goes well, head home around 6am? Promptly crash in order to be up and ready for Resort gathering at 2PM.
Sunday: Head out to Lowe's Foods to puck up the requisite 6 lbs. Old Bay steamed shrimp for the party, after which, who should I get a call from but HF Kel. Of all things, turns out we're approaching the same intersection from two angles, and she's got pastries for me! Yay! The luck never ends!. We wave at one another (I'm the first car at the light, and she's the second car in the left-turn lane to my left, about to turn into my street.) I get the light first, and pull into the next parking lot, where she follows. I invite her to accompany me to the gathering, but alas, she has other obligations, and not even the famed Old Bay shrimp can tempt her. Pity.
Arrive at the resort about an hour late, where the party has only barely begun. It ends up being quite a blowout, I go on not one, but two alcohol runs, and proceed to et drunk on champagne again. Nice. I pass out at maybe 11pm, only to be awakened by an angelic concerned friend a few hours later. Minor epiphany follows, things may never be the same...
Monday: Relax at the resort, assist with maintenance of the infrastructure, vis-a-vis the reimplementation of the wireless system and remote aural delivery system.
Gotta head out for now, will try to finish up this entry later...
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