Thanks for the booze

We didn’t go to the Dark Horse last night, but I did go over to Meghan’s place. She wanted to go on a bike ride, but after work I was so exhausted that the thought of physical activity was making me sick. So, I went grocery shopping and had dinner while she and Heather made their own dinner. I made strawberry rhubarb crisp (not quite as good as my mom makes it, but still delicious considering my decision to combine three different recipes) and brought some over for Meghan. We had wine and ended up watching Polyamory. I always forget that channels like Showtime and HBO are less censored, so I was a little taken aback by the sex scenes. My night basically consisted of watching softcore porn, drinking, and having a semi-deep discussion with Meghan’s roommate Cat (who turned out to be a fantastically great person) about homophobia. I say it was only semi-deep because we all agreed for the most part. 

Tamara is off in Chile, but we’ve been going back and forth on facebook and I love it because it reminds me of when we were younger and would email each other constantly. We kind of got out of the habit when she wasn’t allowed to have the internet for a year. She told me she would send me a postcard as soon as she figure out where to buy one and I agreed that I would send her a very cheesy Colorado postcard in return. 

Which reminds me that I need to send off my request for a free year subscription to Taste of Home. I forgot I had that offer until just the other day. 

Have you ever met someone and thought ‘wow, you and I should be best friends,’ but you only get so far as thinking that because you know you’ll probably never see that person again? Our Target is one of the busiest in the nation during back to school time, so they send in employees from other stores to help us out. There was this guy who, even though I never even properly introduced myself, became my favorite person to talk to yesterday. Then he said goodbye at the end of his shift and I said goodbye and, like I said, we’ll probably never see each other again. Shucks. Also, can someone back me up on my theory that there is such a thing as nerd/geek-dar? There has to be. It’s like gaydar, but for awkward people regardless of orientation.