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.
I don’t have anything to say right now. I guess I can fall back on the standards; I appreciate you as a person and a writer, and I thank you for your willingness to share yourself with the world.
You make my life better just by being yourself.
ummmm….
OK!
thanks!
I think this may be about Me. So, Thanks for The Thumbs Up!!
xoxo,
TDR
P.S. I am often Mistaken for A Gay Tenor.
you are the worst kept secret in blogland, I think
ps: cool! do you have a gay boyfriend named Carlos, too?
I’m happy to see that someone else is just as compulsive as I am!
*sigh with relief* =)
Wow, I finally get a chance to catch up on your blog and you got a lot going! So.
Dora - Grasshopper LOVES Dora (or at least he did when he was a little younter). We even took him to see Dora Live. Dora rocks, although they did do ONE episode where she was a princess. Mostly, Dora is a cool role model for little girls. Damn those toy people for going all Barbie on her.
Retreats - absolutely rule. It’s been a while since I’ve been on one, but it’s great to get away for a few days.
Blogville High - I know exactly what you mean. I’ve met in person exactly ONE blogger, yet I’m very protective of most of my blogger pals. Being as the majority of the blogs I read are written by women, it’s probably more of a chivalrous, over-protective big brother, don’t even try to fuck with the women in my life kind of thing.
Oh, I thought you were talking about *whisper* and *whisper* not Mikey and Randi, I mean, Totally Awesome Boyfriend and Adelphia…
I am the last person in blogland to figure this out, aren’t I?
Yeah, you might be.
The dueling popcorn stories gave it away. Well, that and she started coming to all Mikey’s blogroll peeps.
(For the record, you’re right. She is way cool.)
Or maybe it was the “Adelphia” gravatar that gave it away.
Gay men like boobs. You have boobs. This is why gay men like you. (Seriously, gay men love me, too. The boobs are the only reason I can think of.)
most likely it was because you told me.
I do have the biggest boobs in the choir.
as we were playing the card game, we’d all pick our cards to put down, and make comments like “oh this word is PERFECT” or “oh this one is FUNNY” and gay tenor would say “this one is good. YOU’LL understand and think it’s funny” and point at me. Apparently, my boobs and his brain are on the same thought wavelength.
I seem to recall this post maybe having something to do with me and being very nice, but I got distracted by the last comment regarding biggest boobs in the choir.