Who's In?

I kicked off the long four day weekend at Cafe 290 with three friends and had such a fun night rocking a knee-length red rose dress, laughing, and catching up with trombones in the background. We laughed at Miller guarding his "good" scotch as the gnats circled as I downed to French martinis that could have gotten me in trouble they were so good had I not stopped soberly at two (cheers to not one, but two alcoholic parents that genetically modified my tolerance). I ate shrimp after a warning of my allergy and reminder to call 9-1-1 if I have a reaction. I do love coconut shrimp and great company!

Friday, I ripped out carpet, worked, relaxed at the house before rounding up the gang to pregame before Silent Disco at The Battery. What a fun night! A couple of the ladies were sad we didn't ride the bull, but we danced from 9 until about 2 am before catching an Uber, eating Waffle House, and heading back home. I was not prepared for the workout of renovation and voluntary seizures until 2 AM and would have given my right eye to have quit at midnight, but everyone was having so much fun that I didn't want to cut it short. Besides, I have a reputation for shutting down the night. Why be a quitter?! 

Saturday, I replaced a light, incorrectly, and finally let a friend come check and correct my handiwork (and fire hazard). This was a huge step for me. He'd been asking for weeks, and my independent stubborn arse was determined to try to do it myself first. He wasn't the first to offer, but he'd brought it up himself and persistently offered and finally asked "when?" as if it had already been accepted. I made the light work, but didn't want to be careless when it comes to electrical. The last thing my circus needs is for all the memories I cherish to go up in flames. We then hung out while I interrogated about the old drug addiction it turns out he never had. What can I say, I know where he's from and was dying to ask! Very few of us made it out of that town without some sort of addiction and those still left behind are surrounded by it. I know because my father still lives there. I finally got to know the man behind the quiet, music, family, and gym obsession. Unfortunately, my interrogation, er, um, interview was cut short when my mom, sister and nephew returned and stole the conversation with wedding planning. His sigh of relief was heard by all, and I politely ceased firing personal questions in front of others. I was right about the stripper though...women's intuition never fails! I will have to drag that story out!

I spent the day of rest welcoming family and friends at the pool and by the fire until 3 am when the last of them retired. Retrieving a pillow and blankets, I slept by the fire alone under the stars to the sounds of owls, distant trains and motorcycles. I woke only a few hours later to sunlight, crickets, and some large running creature too big to a squirrel, but too small to be a rhinoceros on the other side of the fence (thank God for the fence), and a chorus of birds before opting to make breakfast and spend time together as everyone in the house slowly came back to life. I went to the cookout at my aunts house with a friend who as far as my family knows is a new mystery guy. I invited about seven people and he was the only one that accepted which worked out funny for me. I'll need to rent another mystery for Thanksgiving. What can I say...I like to keep my family guessing! I already have some wicked ideas...

This was a fabulous weekend and one I wish the man I have had so long in my life had wanted to share with me. He didn't, and I am working diligently on continuing to make room in my life for those that want to be a part of me and the circus that is my world.