mme_w

the 'civic holiday' long weekend, an extra day off of work was much needed. does anyone even know what the CIVIC holiday is about? no fireworks, no big parade, i'm not complaining, i had a day off.

the weekend was relaxing for the most part of it, or was it more that i was recovering? in the earlier years of my raoring 20's i was able to shake my ass, trip up my feet to a beat and never feel the fatigue from the constant dance moves that would persist until the wee hours of the morning. leaving a venue was unheard of before the sun had a chance to rise. i was the last one to leave a venue and still had the beat in my head as i bopped into bed.

has the growing number of my age, lead me to desire a different beat? has my taste for social gatherings changed? have i?

my weekend included a nite of dancing to music that i haven't heard in many years and even caught myself singing to the likes of cyndi lauper's "girl's just wanna have fun!" and this girl did have fun. a nite out with my sister and her fun-tastic crew of friends is always a treat and an adventure....i feel almost spoiled by the transition of reverting back to my early 20's when i am with them. to my dismay however, i found myself wearing tired quickly and i wanted to go home, and to find my 30 something self back into my man's arms. i walked home alone that night, pondering on the evenings events as they unfolded and said to myself, "i'm done." i knew then exactly what i meant, and had the realization that i am looking for something else.

i'm looking to have "girl's just wanna have fun" echoing in the background with a new foreground. i want to share the dance floor with my guy, i want to have the faces that i love surround me and to be home before the sun rises. i can't deny that i haven't had fun, nor can i promise that i will never see another sun rise, but i do know that i will be wearing a different pair of shoes while i'm doing it.

it's 11:13 and i'm just finishing some loose ends for work. i wrote a reference letter for a colleage and am wondering if i could write myself a great reference letter. why is it that i can big people up so easily but act so fickle towards myself? i think that the only answer i have to that is that i still don't know who i am referring myself to, and lately don't feel like i need to.

i had a friend over for dinner tonight, a clothing take away and some really refreshing conversation. it was appealing to me to share my home, my family and my clothes to another friend that may be referring themselves to me. this is the lady friend date game - this game need only be played by those that accept honesty gracefully. if you do not fall under this category, you miss a turn, jump back 3 blocks and see friend that tells you all things you want to hear - you are clearly not looking for a friend, and are willing to take the warm body that robs you of your needs.

this friend and i, i believe are entering the "getting to know you, in a different, much better space". i like this space. i like how intriguing it is, i enjoy the energy and the new reel of learning about someone. i need to ask more questions, she may need to listen more, i should be patient, she could make a mistake, i will, she won't....i smile at the words that come to mind..."it all, for once, doesn't matter."

i feel lively.

this week so far has left me not wanting to cure my boredom but to refill my evenings.

our evening was not the scenic adventure we had intended; fine dining complimented with the city views from above, but rather with dining from an expensive diner and gorillas in the mist. it turns out that 360 is very exclusive; reservations only, note to self, will call early, very early. rainforest cafe is of course one of dominique's favorites, not only do they serve gorilla cheese sandwiches but they have elephants that stomp, gorillas that shake trees and a a talking tree - her name is tracy. kitchy, a bit loud and the famdam and i will be researching the extent of the restaurants "rainforest plea" to save us! like, are the chairs and tables rainforest friendly? and do they use south american beef - woooo! i'm getting the executive ceo on the phone now.

saw monster house on sunday - twas a good one indeed.

i'm sick, i've missed worked, and now i'm bored. i hate being sick and my house is so fucking hot. the only good thing that came across my way is that my gloves order came in from ebay. they are quite swanky and i can't wait to wear them out! rarh. recapping on the weekend because i didn't have anytime to recall on sunday - not a hang over but very tired and the pre show of my flu. dum de dumm dummm.
friday nite was chill, the usual with the monsieur, hanging, smoking, chilling, oh and we watched "the aristocrats" woooo was that funny. i give it 4 gold stars and 8 brown ones for the content. i would like to try to pull off those jokes at thanksgiving dinner - mmmm maybe not, i might cry inbetween breaths. saturday nite was kenny's big 30. we had dinner and drinks on mom and dad at south side louis on college and then meandered over to rizies's for some drinks and makeup touch ups, and then continued drinking at kenny's.

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good times are always had with my famdam - or so i have renamed us "FAMROC"


the pics have gone from good to bad as they always would in any party scenario. the outfit and make~up are hot, the hair is perfect and the accessories are adorned ever so perfectly. and the clock strikes 11 and we're off to dance. the nite is "BRASH" but it's anything but. the bar is underground, making me feel like it's 1996 and entering an after hours bar, my mood has set into "naughty". the music is going and my body sways a little to the beats. i like what i hear and decide that my coat must come off. the evening unravels itself, a dj with good timing, excellent company, great outside conversation, smiles aplenty and ma famille. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNY & YAY JOHN for a night well done.

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mme_w

so here i go and i'm not sure how personal or private i should get, oh what the hell, it's live right. so i'm taking a quick break from work and entering my first entry - OoOoOoOo i feel like such a virgin (shrugging with bashful content)i'm gearing up for an exciting, night filled weekend, which i will then be posting pix, oh how i love visual memories (i'm singing barbara streisand now, from "the way we were") so is this it? i just type and journal, i'm going to go home now, not much here at work. i'll bring work home with me....when will i have the time time to do it? between drinking and snowboarding i suppose -i don't think i'll post those pix.