January 6, 2003 - My bootilicious weekend
Dear Friends, I had quite the bootilicious weekend.  On Friday I stopped by Ye Olde Watering Hole and ended up getting drunky-wa-tunky.  We were all kind of dancing around acting silly and making smart-ass remarks to one another.  Anyway, I got home and turned on some .mp3's to listen to.  Unfortunately, I made the mistake of turning on some sad songs and ended up thinking of several unfortunate deaths that occurred in 2002.  I won't go into details, because I ultimately want to keep my diary entries amusing for your pleasure, so suffice it to say that I suddenly started blubbing like a big fat ol' baby until 1:00 in the morning!  I then went to bed and by 5:00 the cat was trying to wake me up.  I felt totally unfantabulous!

Anyway I had to finally get up so I could go get a haircut.  Plus I wanted to mail a thank you note to some friends in Europe and needed to eat breakfast as well.  Well, Dear Friends, you know how
JOHNNYLEEN attracts weirdos wherever he goes, n'est-ce pas?  Well Saturday was no different.  I was standing in line in the post office and this woman about 3 people behind me started shrieking about she was tired of people assuming she was a prostitute.  Then she accused the man in front of her of wanting to have sex with her and loudly denounced the whole idea of intercourse as a means to intimacy!  Luckily I only looked around briefly or Lord only knows what she might have said to me.

So after that I went to the drugstore to buy some glue (not for huffing!  I had to fix something.).  While I was looking at the office supplies, the guy that the woman had been screaming at walked up to me and said, "You were in the post office when that woman started yelling, weren't you?"  I answered that I had indeed been there and he complimented me on how cool and aloof I was during the whole scene.  I explained to him that I'm used to crazy people approaching me to offer me boogers or whatever and that I just realized I was a freak-magnet and would always just have to deal with it.

I then went to Ye Olde Watering Hole and had a few drinkies with a friend.  Then we walked to another friend's house (I'll call her Miss Diva) for a petit soiree she was giving.  You know how I want to lose a few pounds, n'est-ce pas?  Well, the way I ate at her house, you would have thought I wanted to gain weight!  She made these very fattening, yet yummilicious, sausage balls that I couldn't seem to get enough of.  Then I ate tons of shrimp with cocktail sauce and other goodies she had laid out.  Then after a few beers, I decided it would be fun to switch to vodka tonics.  After two of them I felt that maybe that was a mistake.

You see, Dear Friends, Miss Diva's house is quite old and over the years it's shifted a bit.  In some of the rooms the floors tilt ever so slightly.  Now, the first time I was at her house it really had no effect on me.  But this time, every time I walked past a certain spot in the dining room, I felt like I was about to lurch into another dimension.  I'm sure that's due to my inebriation, but it was really quite disconcerting!

Oh, I forgot to tell you that a stereo I ordered arrived Friday!  It has a dual cassette deck, 3-CD changer, AM/FM radio, and a turntable that plays 33's, 45's, and 78's!  That was what I was buying the glue for; a small strip of the veneer had pulled away during shipping and I needed to glue it back on.  Anyway, I can now listen to my fantabulous collection of 78's!  Yippee!

Sunday was spent doing laundry and working out.  Then I worked on the computer a bit, copying CD's and adding them into my jukebox.  I was supposed to meet Miss Diva at Ye Olde Watering Hole, but she ended up not beeing able to make it.  So I went by myself, had lunch, and then drank beer while watching "Virus", then "Species", and then part of "Species 2".  It was quite fun, but I'm starting to realize that all this beer drinking is what's causing me to gain weight.  Perhaps I should switch to gin?


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