March 3rd, 2004
|11:28 am - It's one of those damn days, isn't it?|
There's sand in my shoe. Not just a few grains, but enough to make me slightly uncomfortable.
You know, I haven't been to a beach in at least three years, and I'm pretty sure I didn't wear these shoes there. So why now? Ugh.
I'll be spending my aniversary with Tina (6 years tomorrow) without Tina, it seems. Maybe I should buy a bottle of Yukon Jack and spend it with that, instead? Nah, the plan is to put in Raiders of the Lost Ark and fall asleep on the couch.
I'm dreading Friday. Tina wants to go to Outlands, and I really, really don't. But I'll do it anyway because it's her birthday, and she asked.
What the hell does one wear to that club? aside from "black", which is, I think, requisite. *rolls eyes* Not only is it dancing to generally garbage music that I don't know, but it's goth, bondage, S&M, cross-dressing, and a bunch of other subcultures that I'm decidedly apathetic toward at best.
And the weddings coming up are *all* depriving me of things that I *want* to do. One is keeping me from going to an academic conference that I *really* want to attend, and the other is placing me in the middle of nowhere during a Buffett Concert *on campus*!
This weekend Tina's going up to Cleveland for her birthday. I'm staying here and entertaining guests for the weekend. And I have a business meeting for the Grove on Sunday. Speaking of, we need to rent the place we used last time for this next ritual, huh? I suppose we ought to get on that, seeing as we haven't but two weeks until we do said ritual.
On the bright side, today my car *finally* gets picked up by the Kidney Foundation. This rocks, because I no longer have to worry about my neighbors thinking about lynching me for having an (effectively) abandoned car on the street.
Still trying to finalize plans to get to Kansas City. We'll see how that goes soon.
I have to go pick up special food for the girl cat, who probably has a UTI, during lunch. This thrills me to no end. After work, it's off to Target and the mall to pick up aniversary gifts and birthday gifts for Tina.
Woo-frickin'-Hoo, baby. Woo-frickin'-Hoo.
Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: "All the Ways I Want You", -JB
well, if you want to be as cool as one of the guys we saw there, you could wear only a leather penis sock. yeh, i did go there. i'm not really reccommending it as i found it, to put it nicely, disturbing.
I thought I should purchase a pair of leather pants I've had my eye on for a couple of years, but could never bring myself to purchase ($150 is a lot, and that kind of stuff never goes on sale). But no leather penis socks. It'd be a bit drafty in some other places. . .
And, really, *no one* wants to see that.
|Date:||March 3rd, 2004 12:26 pm (UTC)|| |
*wants to see you in leather pants*