Wake Me Up When October Ends

This past week just might be the most blogworthy week I've had in quite sometime. So many things happened and I think that each one deserves its own post. But who has that kind of time?

So here are the highlights...

...Last Friday night, Kimdog took a roll on the river and spent the weekend with the Gaggle. She proved herself as a true honey when she conspired with us to redecorate Bobo and Dusty's bathroom in rubber duck.

...Bobo and Dusty hosted a housewarming party at their beautiful home. I'd love to visit them more, but I hear that Homeland Security has imposed travel restrictions on Memphis Midtown citizens to the state of Arlington. The evening also featured the surprise rubber duck motif in the bathroom.

...I went on a management retreat where I learned how to make boursin stuffed chicken and watched my boss get pathetically and unprofessionally drunk on scotch. In the middle of dinner, she tapped her glass with her fork, stumbled to her feet, and explained why Memphis' rank as the number one bankruptcy per capita city wasn't such a bad thing.

...I endured a five-hour-long and awkward car-ride back to Memphis with my boss.

...Upon getting home, I quickly painted my face and changed into my goth punk costume for the Halloween party.

...Today is my 33rd birthday. I almost feel like I should be disturbed by this, but, um, nothing.

...The Dynamic Duo threw a birthday luncheon for me, complete with Monte Cristo sandwiches and hearty vegetable soup. It was a nice chilly day, and it feels like fall has finally arrived in Memphis. We drew names for Christmas, and we discussed plans for our post-Thankgsiving progressive dinner party.

...I got some cool stuff for my birthday. A book of vintage male nude photography. A fancy-schmancy corkscrew. Gift cards to both Barnes & Noble and Old Navy. Kenneth Cole Reaction cologne. Yesterday I took myself shopping and found white 100-percent Egyptian cotton sheets on sale and a new shower curtain at Target. I can't tell you how excited I am to go to sleep tonight on classic white sheets. It really is about treating yourself to the small luxuries in life.

...I got so wrapped up in sheets I almost forgot about Dusty & LeBobo's gift. So now I get to figure out what do with my own website. Hotass has nixed the idea of a gay porn site. He thinks that might be overdone and common.

...When I got home from lunch, I had an instant message from my ex, "It's a chilly day here... brrr.... the kind of day when i miss you most... makes me want to be cuddling with you under a blankie, snoozing...." My ex and I had an instant messenger conversation for almost an hour and a half. And he never once acknowledged that it was my birthday. I almost feel like I should be disturbed by this too, but, um, nothing.