Friday, January 09, 2004

Yeah, yeah, I know I just posted like 2 minutes ago, but mom just called and I'm all psyched and just had to share. Tonight we're goin to Palko's! WOOT! What the hell is Palko's right? Well. Palko's is a little tiny rednecky hick bar. Not a place you'd assume I'd be happy to go to. But what makes it so cool is that on Friday nights, all the wanna-be musicians in the area converge with their instruments and have a full on jam session. I used to go there a lot with my step dad, back when I was first learning to play guitar. In all the time I spent there, I only ever saw 1 other woman playing. Pretty much a good ol boys kinda atmosphere. So much so that I got called "young man" more often than not simply because the country folk assumed guitars are for guys. Pretty sure that's it anyways, as I had hair halfway down my back then. Now they'll call me young man because short hair is also for guys, lol. They are a pretty welcoming crowd tho. I have spent many enjoyable evenings there, and learned more about playing guitar than I could have possibly learned on my own. Very very cool. Plus I get to jam with my step dad which is like a big bonding thing for us, and something we don't do nearly enough of.

Well, I filled out my app for the insurance and have naught to do now but wait. Kev seems to think that any surgery in the past 5 years is enough to be denied, but we shall see.

Not much new in my daily goings on. I'm hoping my landlady shows up sometime today to check the swamp that my basement has become. I have mushrooms growing down there ya know. Lovely. Simply lovely. On the bright side, if she doesn't get her ass over here to fix the problem, I think I have a pretty good case to break my lease, which would free me to find a kitty friendly residence. YAY! I've been cat free for a year and a half, largely due to the ex's insistence on living in this god forsaken place. More for the bitter, lol. I definately need to renew the habit tho. My fish are cool and all, but they can't very well launch themselves out of the tank to rub on my ankles when I'm feelin down now can they? It'll be a bummer that Rach won't be able to hang at my place (allergic), but I'll just have to go over there.

Today will be a day of links. My list of them is pathetically lacking I fear, and I have a bunch of sites I've been meaning to add. For example, you have got to check out One Good Thing. Simply the Best.Blog.Ever. Upon discovery, I immediately became addicted and had to read every single entry. Funny stuff.
Another recent discovery, courtesy of the above blog, is The Winding Sheet. Theres also FrogBlog and The Chronicles of Jasper the Boi, all of which I read faithfully. I have one or 2 more, but they're in my favs at work and I can't seem to find them this morn, so they'll have to wait.

Wednesday, January 07, 2004

According to the gender genie I was a girl when I wrote about new years eve, but a boy when I wrote the erin update. How odd.

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

Word o the day is blah. Spent a good bit of the morning shopping for health insurance, since my company has no benifits. What a fucking joke. I can't believe I live in the richest country in the world and there are people that can't get health care. I'm lucky, I have a good job, I can afford it. Well, now that the cars paid off I can. A whole lot of people can't. Insane. Blah. NE way, the reason I need insurance like right the fuck NOW is cuz I found another lump. This one's in my left breast. I should let y'all know that I had one removed from the right one about 3 years ago. Didn't have insurance then either, but Race for the Cure covered all the expenses. You can find them here. Give them money, they really do help. Back to the story. The lump was benign thank god. The whole experience was pretty fucked up tho. I was an emotional wreck till I finally got the pathology report. Was still shaky for a few days after too actually. I mean hey, everyone has bad days. Maybe they were wrong. Eventually got over it tho. This time round I'm not quite as freaked. Still scared and in a do-not-wanna-deal kinda place, but not crouched in a corner crying or anything. I'm hoping my gyne's on the preferred provider list cuz it will suck complete ass if I gotta start over with someone new. Blah. This sucks.

Monday, January 05, 2004

Erin update.
As was mentioned by Leah (thanks), I have been less than comprehensive in my coverage of the past weekend. I forgot to note that I actually did call Erin, the dancin new years eve cutie, and asked her out Friday. She was busy and said she'd call on Sat after work. She didn't call. End o story, lol. Whats with that anyways? Here, lemme lay it out for any newbies.
Kimbersts guide to dyke bar ettiquette:
First off, if you aren't interested in someone, its generally not a good idea to just go all grinding on em. They will think you are hitting on them and drama may ensue. Not all lesbians are as stable and well adjusted as I ;o) Grinding is a good way to find yourself a stalker, or at least a bar leech. Now, if you should happen to find yourself drunkenly grinding on some random chick, don't worry. All is not lost. Just don't ask for their number. Cuz that is a pretty clear sign of interest. Simply remove yourself from the situation as quicky as possible and she should get the hint.
K, on to the phone call business. If you say your gonna call someone, then suck it up and call. If I can do it, you can do it. Trust me. If someone asks you to call them and ya don't want to, just tell em ya don't think its a good idea, or you're Amish and don't have a phone, or ya have a ma bell phobia, or something other than "Ok I will." No one wants to cause hurt feelings, but really, thats just a little tiny rejection. Not a big thing. They will live, I promise. And they'll know where they stand as opposed to um, say, ME, who is now in a should I/shouldn't I call again limboland of hell.
Lets see, any other pearls of dykey wisdom to impart? Oh yeah, one more thing. If you find yourself attracted to some cutie, walk up and start a conversation. Do not just walk up and hand them your number with some lame "Think you're cute" mumble and walk away. Not rude, but really, do ya think you're gonna get anywhere with that approach? At least give her a chance to figure out if she'd be interested in knowing you further. Not to mention that she could be a complete psycho asshat and you have no way of knowing that till ya talk to her. Think of it as self preservation.

On a completely unrelated not, my ear hurts like a mo fo. Yes, I know, I actually chose to go and have some stranger puch a hole in my flesh and really have no room to complain, but still. Ow. And I, like a big freakin moron, have spent all morning chewing gum. Are you aware that your ears move when ya chew? I wasn't either. But they do. And I'm all duh, why does my ear hurt so freakin bad? CUZ YOU'RE IRRITATIN THE SHIT OUT OF IT! Not the sharpest crayon in the box, lemme tell ya.

Sunday, January 04, 2004

Well its a whole new year. And if the past few days are any indication of what the year will be like, I will be a happy happy girl. For new years eve I rented a room downtown within walking distance of all the bars. Good call on my part cuz I drank way too much. I know, shock right? I checked into the hotel round 7ish, jumped in the shower and got all gussied up. Eth, Becca, Dave and Erin showed up around 9, 9:30 and we all headed to Images. Met Brandon there, had a drink, sat and chatted for a bit. Eth met some straight girls and was bonding with them while Brandon and I checked the scene for any potential hotties. Saw one really really cute girl, pegd her as straight and moved on. (member that, it comes up again later) Finish our drinks, move on to the Saloon. Get one drink there, nothings happening, so we move on to Sidekicks. Have a drink there, play some pool. The girls met us there and we all went down to Pegs. This is where the night gets a little fuzzy, lol. We hit the dance floor pretty much immediately and started boogyin down. As were dancing, I notice this cute girl on the steps looking all uncomfortable and out of place, so I catch her eye and give her the come here finger wag. Yes, I did that, lol. She looks all shocked and surprised, but doesn't move, so I do it again. And lo and behold, here she comes. Can't believe that actually worked. so I danced with her for a bit, chatted her up. I know I asked her name but damned if I can remember it now. She was really shy and seemed way uncomfortable. Maybe she was straight, lol. I dunno, but anyways, eventually she wandered off. So I'm still dancin with the girls and this cute little gay boy I met. His names Brian and he is much much fun. This black girl comes up and starts dancing with me. She was a freakin hottie! I dont think her friend liked me much, lol. She kept comin up and dancin with me, then goin back and dancin with her friend, etc. So while this is goin on, this other girl comes up and starts dancin on me. She was a wee bit creepy, but still kinda fun, lol. Now at this point I am drunk as hell, grinning ear to ear and telling anyone who will listen that this is the best new years ever. Creepy girl was gettin a little too close for comfort, so I went and found the black girl. She could freakin DANCE! I'm impressed I even kept up with her. So I chatted her up. Her names Erin. Got her number, bought her a drink, etc. Then the girls left. Oh, and I missed a part of the story. Member the cute straight girl I saw at Images? Yeah, she was at Pegs too. Rach actually knows her. And I did get a dance with her before the end o the night. Damn was she cute. Then the remainder of the group went to the Tilden. By this time Mike and Dave had joined the crowd and Brian showed up soon after. Or something like that. Fuzzy memory. We're all sittin at the Tilden and "Smack My Bitch Up" comes on. I know, not the most feminist of songs, but I like it. In my defense, it conjurs images of Lucy whatsherface in Charlies angels whoopin that dudes ass. So maybe a little girl powery, no? Erin (becca's friend, not the dancin girl) says she loves this song too, so we go dance. Now I had previously assumed she was straight. Till she dances all up on me, lol. So yeah, danced with her for awhile, and the slightly creepy girl was there and started dancin on me again. Got rid of her and continued to dance with Erin. The rest of the time at tilden, Erin was all flirty with me, holding my hand and such. What a night. We finally stumble our drunken asses back to the room. Eat 4 pizzas thanks to Eths pizza pizzaz. I fall off the bed backwards. I finally passed out at 5:30. Wake up at 11ish, Eth had taken Becca, Dave and Erin home and we venture out in search of food. The only place open id McDonalds so we get 3 bags o food and 2 huge monster drinks and go back to the room. Eat, chat, watch the boob tube till Aimee shows up, round 5:30. Was so awesome to see her. Its so weird that we can go for years without seeing each other but 2 seconds into the conversation its like no time has passed. So we get ready, go eat. McDs again. Stop at the saloon and have a drink but no one was out cuz it was still early, so we went back to the room and watched She Devil. Go to Images around 9:30, then to Pegs. Ran into cute Brian from the night before and got his number. And tortured him with threats of draggin the boy he liked over to meet him. Eth left early, but me and Aim stayed till close. Danced and talked and got all caught up and had much fun. Wanted to go to the Tilden but since I haven't gotten my membership yet we couldn't, so we went back to the room and drank So Co and coke till 5:30. Was all Aimee's fault, was her idea, lol. Go Aim! I was impressed she kept up with me, lol. Yep, so stayed up all night talking and drinking. Was cool as hell. Just like old times, ya know? Very cool.
Checked out of the hotel the next morn, said bye to Aim and went to Dicks for breakfast. Then home and SLEEP. I was damn tired. Stayed in Friday night, went and got pierced wit da Smouse yesterday. The girls came over round 4:30ish and we did the gaymas present exchange, then dinner, piercing and Donnys. Got a little cranky at Donnys, lol. combination of PMS and 200 cute girls all coupled up and none left for me. Ah well. Still the best freakin weekend I ever had, lol.