So, I've come to the conclusion that life is a long string of routine and boring interspersed with a few "Holy shit, that was cool!" events here and there.
Just as my life started to slip back into routine and boring, I decided to, once again, get the hell outta dodge for a bit and visit the loverdy MistressMinx. So we spend the evening watching Will Farrell do his best impression of an Anchorman (okay, so I was actually watching Christina Applegate do her best impression of a hot chick). Saturday breaks with all the fanfare of a forgotten birthday and we decide it's high time we get some food into our respective bellies.
TO THE MALL! And out the door we go. During our wanderings mall-wise, I begin to rethink my poorly thought plan to wear my jacket (come on! It's black, leather and all over hotness, I HAD to wear it!). Apparently "Form over Function" can only take you so far untill you pass out from exhaustion. Well, in any event, mid-way to "breakfast" (it's now about 3pm, so I use the term loosely), we run into Minxy's dear family. Uh-oh... awkward moment... um... "Hi?"
And that, my friends was only the start of the adventure. Breakfast at Tiffany's, er... Smitty's, rather, was quite good. I now recall why everytime Mom asked if I wanted to go to Smitty's I always asked if I could get extra pancakes. Man, ain't nothin' better on Earth for an empty, just-woke-up stomach than some nice well-made buttermilk pancakes. Never did finish those extra pancakes, come to think about it... but Mom always let me get them. Ain't moms great?
So we finally lick clean our plates (well, not literally... that would have just been weird) and begin to wander about the mall. It was great, the entire day consisted of absolutely no plans that extended more that 10 minutes into the future and even then some of them broke down before coming to fruition.
Mid-way to the bathrooms (which had become our next planned stop), we happen past that Muffin deally shop thing, and naturally, Minxy knows someone there so we stop to chat. Not 5 minutes into the conversation, someone ELSE Minx happens to know wanders past and just HAS to say hi! Well, to be fair, this other chick is apparently getting married and also needed to garner some information for planning purposes, but whatever.
Conversations finally wind down after a shot while, and we actually manage to make it to the bathrooms... though it was a close call, I tell you. Three cups of coffee and a glass of orange-juice at breakfast can make that kinda thing iffy. Anyway, business is taken care of in that respect and we begin slowly to wander back whence we came.
"OH! I need shoes!" (Did you guess it was Minxy that said this? If you did, then you win... not sure what, but you win.)
Okay, off to shoe place. Now, being the sensible girl that she is, MistressMinx already had a decent pair of shoes picked out that she liked... being the trouble-maker that I am, I couldn't just let her *buy* them, though. I started wandering up and down the aisle picking up shoe after shoe going, "Hey look! These are fun!"
Most of them weren't mind you, but I was in a goofy mood at the time and watching someone else play with shoes is just so damn intriguing I had to try it myself. Finally my eyes alight on a pair of sneakers that were just screaming "Pick me! PICK ME!"... so I did. They were the neatest shoes I've seen since grade 4 and I couldn't resist but share my nostalgia.
These sneakers were entirely black with a really fun red-rubber design on the soles and rather than annoying and time-consuming laces... ELASTICS!!!! How friggin cool is that?! Naturally I come running down the aisle like a kid in a candy-store holding this shoe aloft as if it were my grand prize. Proudly I display my discovery so that my companion could enjoy the same sensations I am, and almost immediately I'm greeted with a satisfying squeal of delight.
Followed very promptly with an amusing, "SonofaBITCH!! Now I don't know which ones to get!!" Externally I snickered a little, internally I was laughing myself silly!
She bought the elastic ones!
On the way out the door, I'm starting to realize I'm somewhat thirsty... hrrm... what to do... Well, we do have to pass right by O'Hanlon's on the way back, what's say we stop by for a wee dram? So we did. Then we went back to the apartment, then we went back to O'Hanlon's...
After our second wee dram, we decided it was high-time we wandered about the park to meet the loverdy people we'd promised to meet about an hour-and-a-half ago. Thankfully, Maclay, and beledi are forgiving people and didn't seem to mind that we took forever and a day to find them. And as we're standing about chatting, laughing, and just generally making annoyances of ourselves, who wanders by but the beautiful Kasara! Yay! People *I* actually know!! How cool is that! SEE, Minxy! TOLD you I know people too!
(By this point I think we'd wandered by and chatted with about 8 or 10 people in acquaintance with MistressMinx. I got very good at introductions... not so good at remembering names.)
Shortly thereafter we part ways with these beautiful ladies and decide to... oh... I don't know... maybe... O'Hanlon's? Sure. BEER... uh... I mean, YAY!
More drinks, laughter, and hangin' with friends promptly ensued. Somewhere in there, we were chatting with still ANOTHER of Minxy's friends, and he suddenly had to disappear. So Minx and I stood there chatting with the chick he had previously been chatting with and I notice out of the corner of my eye... bare feet... and tattoos on said bare feet. Nice tattoos.. PICTURE TIME! She totally let me take a picture of her feet! It was kind of surreal, actually. And why has nobody told me of UV-sensitive tattoos?!? There has been a great injustice here... I should have been informed!
Finally the drinks run dry and it's time to go see Sarah Harmer, YAY! And we got to reacquaint ourselves with pretty ladies again (Maclay, and beledi, if you haven't been following the story). Good times... God, I love Sarah Harmer... I remember now why I started listening to her many ages ago.
When her set was sadly finished, we started to wander out of the park and made an attempt to formulate a further plan (as I said, none of them stretched farther than 10 minutes into the furture). Suddenly I hear, "Hey! You took a picture of my feet!" "Sure did!"
And we ended up at O'Hanlon's. Surprised? Neither were we. Wow! Pretty people seem to enjoy being there, by the way.
Well, after still another drink or two we finally lay plans to hit the queer bar. Okay... MistressMinx laid plans to hit the queer bar... I got taken along by default. Not that I minded, mind you, I just got taken along by default... or design, not sure which.
Hung out with more damn decent people there, had still more drinks, and more laughs than the rest of the day combined. Good times.
Then home and to bed... thank god... it's was then about 3:30am... and we'd started the day around 2:30 in the afternoon... was tired... was very happy... but was also very tired.
MORAL: If life's fallen into routine and boring... FIX it! There are times the repair is a lot easier and a lot more effective than you may think.
2ND MORAL: Not a mouse... well, not entirely, anyway.
Just as my life started to slip back into routine and boring, I decided to, once again, get the hell outta dodge for a bit and visit the loverdy MistressMinx. So we spend the evening watching Will Farrell do his best impression of an Anchorman (okay, so I was actually watching Christina Applegate do her best impression of a hot chick). Saturday breaks with all the fanfare of a forgotten birthday and we decide it's high time we get some food into our respective bellies.
TO THE MALL! And out the door we go. During our wanderings mall-wise, I begin to rethink my poorly thought plan to wear my jacket (come on! It's black, leather and all over hotness, I HAD to wear it!). Apparently "Form over Function" can only take you so far untill you pass out from exhaustion. Well, in any event, mid-way to "breakfast" (it's now about 3pm, so I use the term loosely), we run into Minxy's dear family. Uh-oh... awkward moment... um... "Hi?"
And that, my friends was only the start of the adventure. Breakfast at Tiffany's, er... Smitty's, rather, was quite good. I now recall why everytime Mom asked if I wanted to go to Smitty's I always asked if I could get extra pancakes. Man, ain't nothin' better on Earth for an empty, just-woke-up stomach than some nice well-made buttermilk pancakes. Never did finish those extra pancakes, come to think about it... but Mom always let me get them. Ain't moms great?
So we finally lick clean our plates (well, not literally... that would have just been weird) and begin to wander about the mall. It was great, the entire day consisted of absolutely no plans that extended more that 10 minutes into the future and even then some of them broke down before coming to fruition.
Mid-way to the bathrooms (which had become our next planned stop), we happen past that Muffin deally shop thing, and naturally, Minxy knows someone there so we stop to chat. Not 5 minutes into the conversation, someone ELSE Minx happens to know wanders past and just HAS to say hi! Well, to be fair, this other chick is apparently getting married and also needed to garner some information for planning purposes, but whatever.
Conversations finally wind down after a shot while, and we actually manage to make it to the bathrooms... though it was a close call, I tell you. Three cups of coffee and a glass of orange-juice at breakfast can make that kinda thing iffy. Anyway, business is taken care of in that respect and we begin slowly to wander back whence we came.
"OH! I need shoes!" (Did you guess it was Minxy that said this? If you did, then you win... not sure what, but you win.)
Okay, off to shoe place. Now, being the sensible girl that she is, MistressMinx already had a decent pair of shoes picked out that she liked... being the trouble-maker that I am, I couldn't just let her *buy* them, though. I started wandering up and down the aisle picking up shoe after shoe going, "Hey look! These are fun!"
Most of them weren't mind you, but I was in a goofy mood at the time and watching someone else play with shoes is just so damn intriguing I had to try it myself. Finally my eyes alight on a pair of sneakers that were just screaming "Pick me! PICK ME!"... so I did. They were the neatest shoes I've seen since grade 4 and I couldn't resist but share my nostalgia.
These sneakers were entirely black with a really fun red-rubber design on the soles and rather than annoying and time-consuming laces... ELASTICS!!!! How friggin cool is that?! Naturally I come running down the aisle like a kid in a candy-store holding this shoe aloft as if it were my grand prize. Proudly I display my discovery so that my companion could enjoy the same sensations I am, and almost immediately I'm greeted with a satisfying squeal of delight.
Followed very promptly with an amusing, "SonofaBITCH!! Now I don't know which ones to get!!" Externally I snickered a little, internally I was laughing myself silly!
She bought the elastic ones!
On the way out the door, I'm starting to realize I'm somewhat thirsty... hrrm... what to do... Well, we do have to pass right by O'Hanlon's on the way back, what's say we stop by for a wee dram? So we did. Then we went back to the apartment, then we went back to O'Hanlon's...
After our second wee dram, we decided it was high-time we wandered about the park to meet the loverdy people we'd promised to meet about an hour-and-a-half ago. Thankfully, Maclay, and beledi are forgiving people and didn't seem to mind that we took forever and a day to find them. And as we're standing about chatting, laughing, and just generally making annoyances of ourselves, who wanders by but the beautiful Kasara! Yay! People *I* actually know!! How cool is that! SEE, Minxy! TOLD you I know people too!
(By this point I think we'd wandered by and chatted with about 8 or 10 people in acquaintance with MistressMinx. I got very good at introductions... not so good at remembering names.)
Shortly thereafter we part ways with these beautiful ladies and decide to... oh... I don't know... maybe... O'Hanlon's? Sure. BEER... uh... I mean, YAY!
More drinks, laughter, and hangin' with friends promptly ensued. Somewhere in there, we were chatting with still ANOTHER of Minxy's friends, and he suddenly had to disappear. So Minx and I stood there chatting with the chick he had previously been chatting with and I notice out of the corner of my eye... bare feet... and tattoos on said bare feet. Nice tattoos.. PICTURE TIME! She totally let me take a picture of her feet! It was kind of surreal, actually. And why has nobody told me of UV-sensitive tattoos?!? There has been a great injustice here... I should have been informed!
Finally the drinks run dry and it's time to go see Sarah Harmer, YAY! And we got to reacquaint ourselves with pretty ladies again (Maclay, and beledi, if you haven't been following the story). Good times... God, I love Sarah Harmer... I remember now why I started listening to her many ages ago.
When her set was sadly finished, we started to wander out of the park and made an attempt to formulate a further plan (as I said, none of them stretched farther than 10 minutes into the furture). Suddenly I hear, "Hey! You took a picture of my feet!"
"Sure did!"
And we ended up at O'Hanlon's. Surprised? Neither were we. Wow! Pretty people seem to enjoy being there, by the way.
Well, after still another drink or two we finally lay plans to hit the queer bar. Okay... MistressMinx laid plans to hit the queer bar... I got taken along by default. Not that I minded, mind you, I just got taken along by default... or design, not sure which.
Hung out with more damn decent people there, had still more drinks, and more laughs than the rest of the day combined. Good times.
Then home and to bed... thank god... it's was then about 3:30am... and we'd started the day around 2:30 in the afternoon... was tired... was very happy... but was also very tired.
MORAL: If life's fallen into routine and boring... FIX it! There are times the repair is a lot easier and a lot more effective than you may think.
2ND MORAL: Not a mouse... well, not entirely, anyway.
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