The Road Home

Rainy Day

Drunk Dialing

The Mad Genius has a new favorite song…for the minute…It’s called “Friends Don’t Let Friends Drunk Dial” (James Otto, newest Country hottie www.jamesotto.com )

I have never drunk dialed but can think, now fondly – not so much fondly at the time - of one episode of drunk dialing that I have experienced first hand.

After I was married the first time…usually defined as “That time when I lost my mind”…
I had a friend with benefits whom shall remain nameless as I’m embarrassed to admit it now. He knows who he is. (;-D

Well, I had moved on from that “relationship” and was seriously dating someone else. I was also living with my sister and her boyfriend at the time.

2:30 AM, the telephone rings. As I am sleeping, I don’t hear it until my soon-to-be-but-not-for-long brother in law grouchily brings me the telephone.

I answer only to hear my name being sing-songed in a rather slurred fashion. Oh good, my favorite: drunk people. Now let me preface this that this friend is also my one friend that is That Guy. The “You’re my Best Friend” guy when he’s had too much to drink.

It was a booty call. Back in the 1990, it wasn’t called that but now it is SO defined as a booty call. He wants to come over. The conversation was essentially a loop of:

“I’m coming over. I want to see you.” (and all that it implies..)

“But you’ve been drinking”

“Fine, then you come over, I want to see you…”

“No, it’s 2:30 in the morning”

“But I’m up and I want to see you. You’re up.”

“Yes, because you WOKE me up. I’m not coming over”

“I want to see you. I want to…(edited for adult content..although on a PG rating)”

After about five minutes of explaining that it wasn’t going to happen, I finally hear “Fine. I will Save Your Virtue. I will Not Come Over! Your virtue is safe with me!”

How it went from a booty call to a noble thing, I am still not sure. But my virtue was safe.

It still makes me laugh. The friends with benefits thing. The “Saving My Virtue”.

I bet if I called him right now, he would laugh albeit a little embarrassed.

“You’re Gonna Miss This…”

Best Things Ever

Again, an addition to a previous post:

I have mentioned before that I thought cell phones and Sirius radio are the best things ever. Upon request, here are some noble additions to the list. I welcome your comments & suggestions!

Cell phones

Sirius Radio

Iced Mochas

Pre-made Caesar Salad Mixes

Swiffer Duster

Spider Solitaire

Target
Baby wipes

Now for your viewing pleasure...

Hey friends, speaking of secret identities, may I introduce one of my dearest friends to you: Swistle. You may find her and links to other places she writes here:

http://www.swistle.blogspot.com/

Even though we’ve been friends for years, I still feel like I’m learning more and more about her while reading these little vignettes from her life.

Hope you enjoy! I sure do.

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mothers out there…

Just remember, you can choose who your family is. If you got dealt the low card in the family deck, just choose another one. Family is about connection, love and support; not DNA.

It's Time

I am not sure if it’s because I’m staring at 40 or if it’s because I now work for a social service which is more political minded or if it’s just the glow of my hopeless crush on Andrew Sullivan. I’ve become addicted to the political scene.

Perhaps it’s because information is so readily available now. This election has had to be conducted like no other election in the past. These candidates must also now campaign on the internet. The wonders of YouTube, information just a click away. Unedited clips at the ready. A person can actual listen to what’s being said in more than a soundbite.

Perhaps it's that The Daily Show, The Colbert Report and Saturday Night Live, while mocking the process, also educates us at the same time.

Perhaps it’s that this election is reading like a script from David Chase. Well, maybe not David Chase. I imagine even he is scratching his head in astonishment at this point.

Never in history have we had such a diverse choice in presidents. For once in this ever changing world, we are not forced to choose from the group of boring, old, rich, Christian, white men. Can I get a hallelujah? (irony intended)

It’s the campaign that refuse to die. Scandals! Leaked memos! Crazy former Pastors! Crazy religions! Spouses with extra-curricular activities! Every day I check in with my boyfriend Andrew and Huffington Post to see what wonders have transpired overnight. And I am rarely disappointed.

It is now with baited breath that I am waiting for June. June is when they say HRC will finally throw in the towel. June is when the campaign will really get interesting. It’s just beginning. I can hardly wait.

It’s time. It’s time for change. Let’s not elect the boring, old, rich, Christian, white man. Let’s throw caution to the wind: let’s elect someone that is not part of The Machine. Let’s elect someone that doesn’t owe people favors and/or money. Let’s elect someone who is willing to try something new and not just go with the flow of “how it’s always been done.”

It’s become tired but it’s true: It’s time for a change.