25 June 2008

Sorry to be such a Cramp in your Side

"Baby, can't you see
I'm Callin'
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm Fallin'"
~Toxic (as sung by Britney Spears)

Every time I hear this song, I think of exotic dancing. It is 100% - hands down - a stripping song – accompanied by a pole, stage lights, dollar bills, and crystal clear heels. Now, there may be some of you out there who are thinking, "the song is awfully fast for pole dancing". That, my friend, is an inaccurate assessment of the beauty of dancing in a Gentleman's Club. You see, strippers dance on the ½ beat – not the whole. Therefore, they can slow their movements down considerably, without seeming to be 'off beat'. I have a friend who used to 'dance for dollars'. She explained the whole concept one drunken night. She is the only 'expert' I know in the field of male entertainment, so I have to take her word for it.

Completely off topic, I am still in Omaha – not known for its exotic dancing or strip clubs. I think I am stuck here for a while. The borders have been closed due to quarantine. There appears to have been an outbreak of "intense boredom". Being under stimulated myself; I completely comprehend the precautions being taken. In three days, Boston (out of misguided guilt) and I are going to the wedding of a good friend of mine. We have been friends for 19 years. I love watching old friends get married. I always have such optimism for their happiness. In this particular case; the couple could not be better-suited. They are both brilliant, kind people. I hope to be invited to their Golden Anniversary party in 50 years. I may need a walker and a driver by that point – but I'll still attend.

Random Thought: On my desk is a jar of maraschino cherries. It is sealed and has writing on the label. They were a going away present from my D/BFF in Fort Worth. To many, over-processed fruit may seem to be an odd gift to receive. In my case, they are fitting. I love them. And, D/BFF and I have spent many a Happy Hour amazed at the number of those cherries I can eat while inebriated. Plus, there is nothing like asking a cute bartender if he can give me "a few extra cherries." I know, I am such a dork! It does give me the giggles every time, though.
On my way to work this morning, I passed a Registration and License checkpoint. The State Patrol did not wave me over to the shoulder because I have Texas plates on my car. According to the DMV, I have 7 days to change that situation. Perhaps I'll do it tomorrow after my doctor's appt. I am supposed to get a new DL and get my car inspected. What a beating! I don't want to surrender my Texas license. No more lone Star flag. No more pointing to the DOB because the bartender doesn't know where it is listed. What a sad, sad situation!

I suppose I need to stop blathering so you can get back to your daily routine. Hope to be in Fort Worth by Noon on July 3rd. *fingers crossed*

PERSONAL NOTE: Please remember the Grinch! Thanks much!

"We could be honeymooning south of the border
If, he'd just drop that restraining order."
~He Hates Me (as sung by Sarah Johns)

Eidetic Vision

Main Entry: ei·det·ic Pronunciation: I-'det-ik Function: adjective : marked by or involving extraordinarily accurate and vivid recall especially of visual images - an eidetic memory Merriam-Webster's Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster, Inc.