So very much has been going on in my life and the level of excitement has prevented me from reaching out to clutch the keyboard to share. Besides, the porn takes up most of the screen.

Where, oh where, shall I begin?

A few weeks ago, I took a little sojourn to the southern parts of this great state of California to spend some time with TLBO. Smarty and Stella went with me and we three had a lovely trip. I was so very happy to meet a handsome Supply Engineer one morning over eggs and coffee. We hit it off immediately, and before the purchase order and the invoice had been reconciled, we’d exchanged numbers. We met up later for beer and a hot little make-out session (thus prompting the Charo flashback of a few weeks ago)…

Fast-forward to a small discussion with my boss that went sort of like this:
Me “I had fun in Long Beach, I could see myself living there”
Her “so ask the big boss, I think they’re looking for help in our LA office”
Me “dare I dream?”
Her “you never get without asking”

Me “so, um, err, big boss. This is just a thought and I’m not too sure how serious I am… but… what options would I have open to me in LA?”
Him “I need help there. Go down and check it out”
Me “ok”

So I did. I set up an interview with the people in charge of the departments in LA, loaded up my Stella girl into the car and headed south for a long weekend of investigative contemplation. The interviews went well, but the feeling wasn’t there. I knew I wouldn’t be happy in that office and so I’ve decided not to make the move to LA. Besides, that traffic is hellish yo.

My social life has been up and down now for quite some time. Work. Play. Work. Play. Hermit time. Work. Etc.

This weekend, The Republican and I got together and enjoyed a lovely pedicure at a little salon around the corner that did a fantastic job. I chose gold polish and she went with a translucent blue.

While downing our second bottle of wine a little later, she mentioned a little concert in the park thrown by a local radio station called Alice Radio. VIP passes and free booze clinched the deal and Sunday afternoon we were off to spend some time in the fog bank that is Golden Gate Park in the summer. The wine was great, the music… fantastic.

At one point, The Republican sat down at the table and instructed me that I needed to go to the bathroom. “Thanks, but I’m fine”
“No, you really need to go, No-Name (of the Sara and No-Name morning show) was standing near the port-a-johns and I must say he was looking F.I.N.E. The jeans he was wearing… well you can see what they did to his ass, below.

I had to get a photo with him. And I did.

He put his arm around me, and I said… I would rather have a picture of your ass, but this will do.
His response was classic. As he reached for his belt “do you want me to drop trou?”

Ahh the things I love about this city.

Oh yeah, and there was music and bands and crowds