I am back from my fabulous fun weekend of hanging with the choir peeps. We had raunchy dinner conversations, drank too much wine, I bonded even more with the gay tenor (because gay men love me, even though I don’t know why) and played a fun card game called “apples to apples” (which is the most fun card game EVER and I told Kevin tonight that if we ever have friends again who live in the same city and don’t have children that keep them chained to their house, we NEED to buy this game*).

The game which was made EVER MORE entertaining by the fact that one of the women was COMPLETELY drunk. I love it when “adults” are drunk. It’s so fun! You are a mom! And older than I am! And I am flashing back to college when I had to make sure my 2-beer-queer friend crystal didn’t take off her top at the party or punch the girl who was flirting with the guy she had a crush on! Except there was no nudity or violence. It was just her forgetting how to play the game EVERY SINGLE TIME it was her turn, and insist that we had never explained it to her. And that she wasn’t drunk.

It was like playing with an Alzheimers patient. And all of us had a little too much wine and chocolate (I made the flourless chocolate truffle cake again) and laughed to the point of tears until 1:30am.

Anyway, it was awesome fun. I have the best choir ever.

*or receive it as a wedding gift. just sayin’.

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So our little corner of blogville here can sometimes seem like high school - there is gossip and fighting and rumors and hook-ups and it’s all so very deliciously dramatic and I love it. I have made some very good friends here in blogville - some I’ve met, some I’ve not. And I’m very protective of my friends, even if I have never met them. I follow their lives through their blogs and I want good things to happen to them and for them to be happy…though drama is also interesting to read….I’m just sayin’….anyway…
(I’m going somewhere with this, I swear)

So when I find out that someone in my circle of blogfriends is dating someone, but they don’t really talk about it on their blogs much, I’m curious, but I’m too polite to probe. (and I am NOTHING if not polite and non-nosey *snort*)
But then…let’s say…HYPOTHETICALLY…that I find out that this person they are dating ALSO happens to have a blog!

Now all of a sudden…I am protective. WHO IS THIS PERSON MY FRIEND WHOM I’VE NEVER MET YET AM ODDLY PROTECTIVE OF IS DATING??? IS SHE/HE GOOD ENOUGH? IMPOSSIBLE! I need more data. Now I can pry! Hypothetically.

So maybe it is a little obsessive, but because this NEW person has a blog…I can compulsively scan through her…err…or HIS archives and find out 1. what kind of person is this blogger and is he/she good enough for my friend whom I’ve never met? and 2. get more details about their relationship like how they met and all the dirty details of their relationship and does it seem like a good relationship or one that is terribly dysfunctional and doomed to failure?

And a small, catty part of me was (HYPOTHETICALLY!) thinking, upon initial review “this person seems ALL WRONG and can totally NOT be good enough for my friend whom I’ve never met yet am oddly protective of anyway. I am not proud of this part of me. Hypothetically.

But then upon reading (obessively) through many months of archives, I find that she (OR HE) is actually kind of cool, and that hey, they have a pretty awesome relationship (even though my friend whom…OK, MFWINMYAOPO….wait…that’s not any easier to type…) has talked about how awesome their relationship is in his (OR HER) blog but YOU CAN’T TRUST GUYS (or..er..girls) to give you enough details to form an appropriate opinion.

Because blogville is high school, remember? I must snoop and develop an opinion.

Soooo….anyway. I guess what I’m trying to say is that this person checks out, and I am totally happy for my blog friend (HYPOTHETICAL BLOG FRIEND) and his (OR HER) blogger relationship and HOORAY for people I care about (despite never meeting) being happy! And HOORAY for finding another (HYPOTHETICAL) cool blogger to read!

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God, that was weird and is WAY too demonstrative of my obsessiveness and insanity. I swear the pills are working.

I need a drink.