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The weekend was not a very good one, The highlight being a nice lunch with Davo, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
davomatic, were I got to ask him about his wedding last month. After that, I went of to work for a little bit hoping to catch up, but I ended up talking to one of my reps, Dayna, for the next three hours. It seems that Greg wants to get Dayna to be his fag hag. She wanted more information about the community and all, and I did my best to tell her, but I'm certainly not the expert on the local area. We got into a discussion about twinks and bears and cowboys and such, though I kind of skirted by the BDSM part of the leather community. It's funny that I'm being looked to for information and advice based on being gay. I always take such things seriously, but I'm so not the expert right now, and worry about answering sometimes, as not to give bad info.
After cooking some dinner (save money, save money), I went out to League City for a college friend's halloween party. Well, It's an hour away, and I get there at 10. Guess what, it's already over. 10 and it's over, and Cindy and Spanky don't even have kids. Wow. So I drive all the way back home in a rainstorm and watch Buffy reruns on the Tivo until the time change, moping around the house.
Sunday comes and I sleep in, and watch the Black Adder DVD I got from Netflix. Funny series. I go to my parents for dinner and set up iTunes on my Dad's PC and show him how to use it. It's funny to see the Apple logo on his Compaq PC. I leave and get out on the freeway and my right rear tire decides to let go of it's air on I-45.
I had to get all of the tools out, lower the spare down, jack up the car and get the old tire off in the dark, and in the rain. These things never happen at a good time. Luckily it wasn't a blowout. there's nothing like trying to find the little connection for the winch to get your spare out. The spare's rim is totally different from the other tires, so you can't just leave that as your tire. Damn, yet another expense.
So I get into a service station and fill the new tire with air, since it only had 10 pounds of pressure...not so good. I have the old tire in the back of the SUV. Maybe I'll get it taken care of by next weekend. This week's kind of full.
So I'm soaked, mad and tired. I pull into the apartment at 12:30 (that's 1:30 on daylight savings time!) and take a lukewarm shower, since my water heater doesn't quite make it to hot, and head off to my lonely bed. This morning was hard to wake up to.
Off to build some more solutions.
davomatic, were I got to ask him about his wedding last month. After that, I went of to work for a little bit hoping to catch up, but I ended up talking to one of my reps, Dayna, for the next three hours. It seems that Greg wants to get Dayna to be his fag hag. She wanted more information about the community and all, and I did my best to tell her, but I'm certainly not the expert on the local area. We got into a discussion about twinks and bears and cowboys and such, though I kind of skirted by the BDSM part of the leather community. It's funny that I'm being looked to for information and advice based on being gay. I always take such things seriously, but I'm so not the expert right now, and worry about answering sometimes, as not to give bad info.After cooking some dinner (save money, save money), I went out to League City for a college friend's halloween party. Well, It's an hour away, and I get there at 10. Guess what, it's already over. 10 and it's over, and Cindy and Spanky don't even have kids. Wow. So I drive all the way back home in a rainstorm and watch Buffy reruns on the Tivo until the time change, moping around the house.
Sunday comes and I sleep in, and watch the Black Adder DVD I got from Netflix. Funny series. I go to my parents for dinner and set up iTunes on my Dad's PC and show him how to use it. It's funny to see the Apple logo on his Compaq PC. I leave and get out on the freeway and my right rear tire decides to let go of it's air on I-45.
I had to get all of the tools out, lower the spare down, jack up the car and get the old tire off in the dark, and in the rain. These things never happen at a good time. Luckily it wasn't a blowout. there's nothing like trying to find the little connection for the winch to get your spare out. The spare's rim is totally different from the other tires, so you can't just leave that as your tire. Damn, yet another expense.
So I get into a service station and fill the new tire with air, since it only had 10 pounds of pressure...not so good. I have the old tire in the back of the SUV. Maybe I'll get it taken care of by next weekend. This week's kind of full.
So I'm soaked, mad and tired. I pull into the apartment at 12:30 (that's 1:30 on daylight savings time!) and take a lukewarm shower, since my water heater doesn't quite make it to hot, and head off to my lonely bed. This morning was hard to wake up to.
Off to build some more solutions.
