| June 28, 2005 - Shake those maracas, grrrrl! |
| Dear Friends, it's been a while since I last wrote, but that's because I've not really got a lot to look forward to since I'm not going to Sweden this summer. Just a drippy-drabby summer of endless vodka tonics and Drunken Brunch Sundays. Well, it could be worse; the horrible summer cold I currently have could have developed into debilitating flu. Last week my throat was a little sore, but I was determined to go out and have a good time. But by Monday afternoon, I realized I was going to be bed-ridden for a bit. So I've been out of work yesterday and today, but hope to go back tomorrow. Well, not "hope" actually, "must" is really more the word I seek. Two weekends ago I got three invitations all on Saturday! Can you believe that? No one ever invites me anywhere and then suddenly three invitations all for the same day. Well, my friend, Antoinette, had been invited to two of the same functions, so we went to those. Before I go further, let me say the invitations were to a graduation party for a high school graduate, a pool party, and a salsa party at Ye Olde Watering Hole. So I had to leave out the pool party. Antoinette, who had been to this girl's house before, had no clue how to follow the directions that I had printed out from Yahoo. She would say things like, "I think you go to the next traffic light. Oops! No! We just passed where we needed to turn!" This happened every time we needed to make a turn, so a 13-mile trip ended up actually being around 20! Anyway, it was nice; the food was good; I didn't drink 'cause I was driving, but that was OK. And the girl liked the gift I got her. Then Antoinette and I headed back to my place and walked from there to Ye Olde Watering Hole. Now, mind you, Ye Olde Watering Hole has not had bands in many, many months, but they recently started trying to get some in. Unfortunately, I've not heard anything good about any of the bands so far, and one of them is that dreadful band, Tangent, that I've written about before. Here's a link to the segment. Anyhoo, they decided they would start having Latin bands every Saturday night and Lucinda, the manager, just insisted that I had to come. It was fun! I didn't dance, but I enjoyed watching everyone else dance. And you could see Brad, the owner, just-a-smilin' 'cause he was making beaucoup bucks! Well, my dears, let me tell you that some of those girls wore dresses that most women with big stomachs would not wear. Perhaps Latin culture perceives women differently than WASP culture does, but many of these women had huge maracas and equally huge tummies! And many of them weren't wearing bras! So they salsaed this way and merengued that way, all the while jostling their bodacious ta-ta's while all the guys drooled over them. So while I was sitting there, this weird guy walked over to me and said something in Spanish. I turned and asked "What?" And he said, "I spoke to you in Spanish. What I said was that I really like you." Then he shook Antoinette's hand, turned, and walked away. Well, that was a bit off-putting. He tried dancing with several of the women, but he had absolutely no rhythm, or maybe his big ol' clunky cowboy boots just kept getting in the way. Anyway, some of them only danced with him for a couple of seconds before they realized he was hopeless and they returned to their respective parties. He was wearing a sweater in 95 degree heat, too, and had on huge glasses with black rims. Oh, and I forgot to mention the bling around his neck. I could almost hear his inner fashion voice crying out for a makeover! The next day I had another graduation party, this time for a college grad. It was very nice, but the family is quite religious and after a while it seemed like being in church. Every time a speaker extolled the virtues of the graduate, the whole crowd (it was a sit-down dinner) murmured, "Amen, mmm-hmmm. Praise the Lord." Anyhoo, I had worked out so much that day that I was starving, so amidst all the "amens" I chowed down on a platter of fruit, two platters of food, another platter of fruit, a slice of pineapple upside-down cake, and a scoop of ice cream! I was stuffed! So much for the exercise, right? Well, that was two weekends ago. This past weekend I went to a ballet on Sunday, which was nice. Before that I was starving, so I got a sandwich in the lobby and two small bottles of Frexinet champagne for me and my guest. Unfortunately, time was so short that I had to guzzle the champagne! Can you believe that? I hate to buzzle gooze, er I mean guzzle booze, so if I go again, I'll make certain to get there well in advance so I can sip my bubbly at leisure. Now I sit here all by my lonesome with a runny nose and scratchy throat, praying that I'll be well enough for the three-day weekend. Not that it'll be that different from any of the others lately, but I least I'll be out and about, seeing and being seen, n'est-ce pas? Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |