This has been one of the wierdest weekends I think I have ever had in ages (well apart from the Vegas Dopefest last year 
a year go!)
Anyhow, yesterday I hop on AOL to find my ex fiance (back from 1986) has found me via classmates.com and emailed me. He told me that he’s now divorced and a full time father to his two kids. Talk about a fucking trip as I had just been thinking about him about 2 days prior and wanted to do an internet search to find out where he was and what he was up to.
Turns out he lives in Jersey and works as a service manager for a bus company. (The internet can reveal a lot.)
Then last night I held a party for a friend who turned 40. One of the people at the party was also one of my bi-friends. She and I went out and partied up a storm after the party. This one chick (when we ended up at this one bar) was dancing with us and exchanging phone numbers with us. I can’t imagine that this woman has any bi-sexual tendancies but man she was beautiful, short, great bod and incredible eyes. I wanted to take her home but didn’t think she was into it…man what fun the three of us coulda had.
Earlier in the night I had run into a band member/friend, that I haven’t seen since I moved from C Springs to Grand Junction…VC is this big beautiful black dude that kisses like a dream. Yep, I kissed him one night and it was the best damn kiss I think I ever had. They were playing again tonight but after last night I decided I needed to stay home. I used to live across the courtyard from him and another band mate of his back in the late 80s and early 90s. They are the only people I will go and watch alone because they will ensure I am safe. VC is a big teddy bear and keeps an eye out on me.
I ended up coming home alone only to drive up to my house to spend 5 minutes in my car because I had to pee so damn bad. I was afraid that if I moved I woulda peed my pants. I don’t know if any of you have ever had that happen but man did it suck. I guess it’s the closest a woman can come to understanding when it comes to a man needing to relieve his sexual desires and can’t. < snort >
So I proceed to drink more beer here at home, jamming to tunes and about 5:00am (7:00 am eastern time)I find my ex’s phone number on the 'net and leave a message. Lord knows what I was thinking but sometimes I act on my impulses especially when drinking.
I finally fell asleep, about 6:00 and about noonish, he calls back but I am so out of it I don’t want to answer the phone. How stupid of me. Not that I want him back just that I still love him and want to catch up and see how he is. Of course there is this little glimmer of hope that he is seeking something different, like moving him and his kids to Colorado. But that’s stupid thinking and I know it.
Then my best friend, who had a baby 3 weeks ago, is going through so many damn problems. Essentially the fuck, her husband, moved out. She’s been very sick and needs a lot of help with the baby. He took money out of her account and pretty much has left her high and dry with not enough money to pay her mortgage and obviously not enough to keep her and her kids with a decent roof over her head.
Thankfully I have not paid a certain governmental agency for that April shit they call taxes. So, I am helping her get the mortgage paid and some food for her family. I hate to see her go through this. I would rather put up with the goons at the IRS than see my friend go through what she is going through. She may end up heading on out of town for two weeks and I hope she does.
I must say, this has been one fucking weirdass weekend.