I’ve been promising to do a happy hour on “this side” of town for awhile now for me and some of my nearby friends. Some of which have still yet to see my “new” house, which I’ve been in for almost 2 years now. So I agreed to host a happy hour tomorrow at my house.
My house is a WRECK. I like to blame the 14-hour days I’ve been working, but it was a mess before that, too. It’s just REALLY bad right now. I should be running around cleaning, but I’m not. I’ll try to leave work a little early tomorrow so I can come home and run the vacuum and swiffer the wood floors at least. I predict everything else will get stuffed in a drawer or closet.
This isn’t the “usual” happy hour bunch. It’s a few blunt, no BS, call-it-like-they-see it women. Which is just part of what makes them fun. I invited a few others, including Mexigoalie, Nala, and Rockstar. And Curly. So I get a message from him today indicating he might be a little late and leave a little early because of some messages 2 of these women have been sending him, in jest, but still. Apparently they are trying to get him to “hook up” with one of them, who is in a long-term relationship. And they flirt endlessly with him. And he is sooo uncomfortable about it because A) they are both married in one sense or another and B) he’s not interested. Of course, he’s too nice to just SAY that to them.
So, he asked if I would invite Mr & Mrs Dubya, too. Since I’m pretty sure they aren’t going to the other happy hour thing in Ft Worth….which might as well be New Mexico it’s so far away! Mrs Dubya is pregnant. And half the group that will be here smokes. Which means, out of respect for her and the baby, we’ll go outside to smoke. I know it’s petty for me to say, but it is HOT outside and I still haven’t gotten an umbrella for my patio furniture. Not sure if they are coming or not yet. Anyway, the point is, it should definitely be an interesting mix of people. I’m hoping for a drama-free night…we’ll see.
Oh. And I get to go to Miss Hut’s bridal shower at 11am on Saturday. I don’t get up by 11am on a normal Saturday, much less after having people over the night before. I’ll have to set about 5 alarms to make sure I’m up early enough to run by Target and pick something up from her registry.
I finally finished the last season of QAF last weekend, too. It rocked. I cried. I’ll miss those silly queers.
Anyway, nothing exciting or interesting to blog about….just checking in. I’m still alive, but just barely.