Yesterday I managed to be out of the house most of the day.
It started with an emergency email from the Derby Dolls' own Mr. Wolf, Iron Maiven saying that she has a boot on her car, her cellphone is at work in Santa Ana, and she needs a ride from Glendale to Santa Ana. So I sleepily responded to her through email that I'll pile on some clothes and go to Glendale to give her a ride to work.
Two hours and an entertaining conversation later, I was back on the Westside and changed clothes to get on the bicycle to meet up with the husband for lunch. It was a farewell lunch for one of his coworkers and they were all at El Cholo. The food there isn't worth writing home about, but the margaritas are totally kickass.
Two hours and a large, potent margarita and a semi-decent quesadilla later, I shakily ride the bike home and prepare to go to TFT practice.
I get to the track. I'm the first one there. So I put on work gloves and start rolling up the tarp that covers the track on the rooftop. A ghetto bird starts circling overhead...which is unusual, since they only tend to circle the track and beep their siren at us when we're skating. Anyway, I look up and wave. They keep circling. Must be a slow news day. They eventually leave.
Two and a half hours and a good workout later, I drive back to the Westside to meet up with some girls from the other roller derby league in town for an art party. I brought the skate deck that I'm painting for an art auction in Montana, paint, sandpaper, snacks, and a bottle of wine.
Seven hours, a bottle of wine ingested, snacks devoured, spankings delivered, skatedeck sanded and scribbled upon, waxing experiences told and retold, comparing notes on league meetings, and a box of cocks later, I stumble home safely. Goddam, I'm LOVIN' the art parties!
Today I wake up, very bleary-eyed but happy. I completely blew off work yesterday, so I shuffle down the hall to start work and look out the window. Another sign of the apocalypse is seen. I'm enjoying it while it lasts, but I don't expect it to last very long.
I have a lot of work to do between now and next Friday. I'm trying to keep myself locked up for most of the weekend, except for that whole going-to-see-the-Renegades-skate thing tomorrow. So far, so good.
Non-sequitir...I'm finding some people to be very amusing right now.
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Oh yeah, he's a charmer of the highest order on all levels!
Well, he is kind of a friend to the environment. He's got three gas guzzlers that he never drives. That means someone else isn't driving them either, so less pollution, less use of gas. There you go.
Yeah, but unfortunately he's still managed to pass on his genetics to two unsuspecting offspring.
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