Monday, October 31, 2005
I just want a Trick....Okay maybe some Treats too
Love this costume.
Thanks all for the kind words the last few days.
A few things to catch up on:
1) My Great Uncle has been discharged from the hospital and has been moved into an assisted living community for who knows how long. Could be days, could be weeks, could be forever. I spoke with him briefly this weekend and he's in pain and very tired. I fear he has not much time on this planet, and that's the sad, hard facts of getting older. God willing, I will travel to see him this Spring, most likely for the last time ever, and for that I am already sad but must prepare myself.
2) My family friend is still in ICU and has stabilized with 'some' improvement. Everyone doesn't seem to have much information which surprises me. All I get is that he is 'slowly' improving.
3) I will not be seeing Stef tonight as she has her son, and I believe her and her ex have agreed to take their boy Tick or Treating, which I think is an okay thing to do for the child's sake, and I have no jealousy or annimosity at all. Which brings me to my own Halloween evening. I will most likely handout candy on my block for a few hours, most likely interuppted from my TV shows every 5-10 minutes. I think I will do this until about 8pm, where then I shall turn off all my lights and lock myslef in my room to watch TV alone. Or I may go up the street and see what my neighbors are doing in their garages...hopefully tossing back a few brews.
In lieu of some recent events, and any follower of my Blog knows I have had some up and downs lately, I feel I can share with you (no sympathy please) that I have been prescribed some 'medications' lately.
Yes despite my appearance of good health, eating right, a decent job, and a new lady friend, doesn't mean I also don't get hammered with my own share of doubt, bad news, frustrations, loneliness, guilt, feelings of helplessness for my friends and family, and anger (most of the later I blame CurryMan for). I recently saw a general physcian. Symptoms of insomina, random irritability, depression, elevated high blood pressure, and all the Bullshit I deal with has caused Nate what they like to term 'General Anxiety Disorder'. I can't name the meds I'm on 'cause I rally cannot recall their names right now, but I am on two seperate 'mood' enhancing drugs and a sleeping agent. I am also termed with no alcohol. Meaning i have not had a drink (well, okay 2 beers) in the last 2 weeks. One psoitive side effect is the weight I'm losing from no booze and a supressed appetite, and an overall better (I guess that's a relative definition) disposition towards life right now.
No this isn't a life long thing. Doc is sending me to a professional shrink this week who will determine any modifications (if need be) in the amounts of meds I am taking, or can now wean me off to a lower dosage.
Let's just say Nathan Dayspring has had a very rough year in retrospect, and I look forward to returning back to normal here shortly.
On the shoulder front, I have had a steller increase in my weight lifting regime as of late. On top of dropping a few pounds as already described above, I have hit the 280 lbs bench press mark this past week, and feel that I should hit 300 soon again. That's the only thing keeping me sane right now. Oh, and my sexual relationship with Stef (which I know I owe you part II of my story), and belive it or not, my belief in God. That may sound funny comming from me and everything else I write about, but for you new readers (and older ones who may have forgotten), I do believe in our God and Christ, though they may not always be happy on how I lead my life, I do believe in them and do try and lean on them for support. I am human however, and never claimed to be perfect.
Friday, October 28, 2005
I have received some disturbing news within the last few minutes that has already placed my mind elsewhere.
A dear close friend of my family was recently rushed to the hospital for open heart surgery. While the surgery may have went well, other health factors took a down turn for the worse. He is suffering from full blown pnuemonia and a collapsed lung and is unable to breath on his own right now in addition to some internal bleeding the doctors just can't seem to locate. The doctors outlook is not encouraging at this point.
If that wasn't bad enough I just learned that my great uncle, whom I am very close to was also rushed to the hospital with emergency gall-bladder surgery and rapid weight loss and extreme cramping. He is also on a breathing apparatus right now as he is not strong enough for the most basic things.
So you can imagine my mind is elsewhere right now.
Scotty, Beam me to the Showers
George Takei, 'Trek's' Sulu: I'm gay
LOS ANGELES, California (AP)
-- George Takei, who as "Star Trek's" Sulu was part of the Starship Enterprise crew through three television seasons and six movies, has come out as a homosexual in the current issue of Frontiers, a biweekly Los Angeles magazine covering the gay and lesbian community.
Takei told The Associated Press on Thursday that his new onstage role as psychologist Martin Dysart in "Equus," helped inspire him to publicly discuss his sexuality.
Takei described the character as a "very contained but turbulently frustrated man." The play opened Wednesday at the David Henry Hwang Theater in Los Angeles, the same day that Frontiers magazine featured a story on Takei's coming out.
The current social and political climate also motivated Takei's disclosure, he said.
"The world has changed from when I was a young teen feeling ashamed for being gay," he said. "The issue of gay marriage is now a political issue. That would have been unthinkable when I was young."
The 68-year-old actor said he and his partner, Brad Altman, have been together for 18 years.
Takei, a Japanese-American who lived in a U.S. internment camp from age 4 to 8, said he grew up feeling ashamed of his ethnicity and sexuality. He likened prejudice against gays to racial segregation.
"It's against basic decency and what American values stand for," he said.
Takei joined the "Star Trek" cast in 1966 as Hikaru Sulu, a character he played for three seasons on television and in six subsequent films. He received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 1986.
A community activist, Takei ran for the Los Angeles City Council in 1973. He serves on the advisory committee of the California Civil Liberties Public Education Program and is chairman of East West Players, the theater company producing "Equus."
: I really don't give a crap. I loved him as Sulu. May explain why he was so good in the fencing episodes and why his uniform was always was so clean and form fitting. But Dammit Jim, keep him away from the Tribbles
Thursday, October 27, 2005
My contribution to HNT
I believe I want neither any Tricks or Treats from this gourd.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Stef (Part I)
Warning: Explicit content
Currently Listening to: 'Precious' by Depeche Mode
I'd like to think that most of my dates with people, especially those I am interested in, that I take a lot of time and planning in preparation fro something fun and memorable. I never want to be known as the guy that doesn't put any thought into a dtae or relationship and I pride myself on my creativity when the situations feels rights. At the very least any woman who has dated me in the past, whether it ended on good or bad terms at least can turn to her girlfriends and say "You know, at least Nathan was different from all the rest."
Sadly to say, I pretty much threw that whole line of thinking out the window on this particular rendevouz. Over the past few conversations on the phone, I think we both knew that some sort of sexual release was gonna happen and we decided to forgoe the traditional date of picking one up, driving somehwhere for some trite conversations and over priced drinks.
Stef called my cell phone and suggested that I just come over to her apartment where she had a bottle of merlot waiting and a platter of expensive cheese's and grapes. Sort of had me thinking of the whole Roman-esque thing, where we'd be feeding each other goodies in front of her quaint little fireplace.
After I got home from the gym, I paid particular attention to my 'man-scaping'. Go-ahead an laugh, but I found through experience that most (not all) women like a smooth chest and closely manicured privates. Maybe it's a hygiene thing, I can't for sure say, but I feel cleaner and more presentable anyway. I slapped on a casual clothes, shaved, did up my hair, picked out my favorite leather jackect, spritzed a little cologne and was out the door.
Stef's place is in a gated community, and the parking is tight, but she met me outside standing in a spot she has specifically reserved for me, which was very nice.
As we entered her pad, I noticed the lights were already a little dim, the faint glow of a 1/2 muted television in the corner, a few lit candles and her gas fireplace was lit. In her kitchen, on the open tiled bar sat two wine glasses and a bottle of merlot. Next to that was a platter of cheeses, bree, crackers, red and green grapes that she moved over to her coffee table in front of the couch.
She took my jacket and hung it up for me and motioned to me to grab the wine. I poured a half a glass each and met her in her living room, both of us standing face to face. Not sure exactly what the toast was, but we clanked glasses and each had a sip. I'm not much of a wine person at all, more of either a beer man or liquor, but it must have been the atmosphere 'cause it tasted good. At this momement we both lowered our glasses briefly, and I leaned in for a very tender kiss.
Ahhhh...the kiss. Kissing is so under-rated. Our lips brushed softly, just enough pressure and I could taste her breath and a hint of wine. Her skin so soft, and we lingered there for a few moments in time. I placed my glass down on her coffee table and decided to grab her and pull her into me via her waist. Our hips touched with force and I looked down into her eyes and was warmed with a smile and open blue eyes. She placed a hand on my chest and leaned up to kiss me again, this time a bit deeper and longer.
This all seemed to happen within the first 10 minutes of me walking in the door and I didn't want to rush the night. We sat on the couch our eyes now turned to the TV. Some crime drama like Law & Order or something of that genre....I really wasn't paying attention. We fed each each other crackers and cheese and she was really into telling me the different varieties and how they pair with differnet wines. I really don't care so much about that, but they were good, and the fire was crackling and the scent of vanilla candles filled the room.
We must have half-assed watched the TV, as I noticed my hands weere on her thighs and she was gripping my right bicep and leaning her head on my shoulder. We spoke briefly, a few giggles, a few soft spoken sentences. More wine was poured, and the bottle was quickly comming to an end.
I excused myself to the restroom to relieve myself and noticed even more candles lit inside. The bathroom itself is a jack and jill style with the second door open to the master bedroom. I snuck a quick peak and saw the bed was nicely made up and even more candles were lit. (Mental note: I like candles, but I wonder what goes through a woman's head when at least 20 of them are lit throughout the house.)
When I returned to the living room Stef had sort of cleaned up a bit and brought me back over to the couch and sat me down. She grabbed the remote for her TV and turned it off from over her shoulder, and without speaking any words straddled me so she could look down into my face. Her arms were resting on either side of my shoulders and head, and she leaned in again for a rough round of making out and I wasn't about to complain. Her hips pressed into my pelvis, and I could barely catch my breath as our making out intensified. I leaned my headback on the couch, and for the first time in a long time a woman began to kiss and devour my exosed neck and it drove me wild! My eyes were closed and lusic, and rolled up into my head as her hot breath nibbled at my own ear and gave tender bites all the way down my neck to my clavicle.
Stef began to unbutton my shirt to expose my chest and seemed very intrigued by the scar on my shoulder. Though it has healed very nicely, she must have traced it's 2.5 inches with her fingers and examined it very closely before kissing it as well. At this point I was squirming and wanted this woman....badly. Oh I thought about all the years, 10 to be exacte since we first met and all the unsaid fantasies that I harbored for her.
Finally she stood and grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom.
To be continued.....
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Fetish with Supergirl continues
What can I say. I am a sick individual. I have a super-heroine fetish that knows no bounds, especially with the new Supergirl.
Look at this sculpt from artist Michael Turner. Long legs, pleated skirt, big doe blue eyes, nice high cut spandex top. She can wrap her arms around me anytime!
I also have a think for some other Marvel/DC female characters including some of the X-Men and Wonder Woman, and selected members of the Birds of Prey. God I'm gay.
I know I all promise you a Stef story here shortly, and I'll get on that any day now, but projects at work have kept me from devoting a lot of creative time to it.
Suffice to say we've been on two 'alone' dates now, and they both had happy endings....nudge...nudge....wink....wink
I may also have some very exciting news here shortly about my status with CurryMan. At this point they are all rumors, but very solid rumors, and Nathan may see some light at the end of this very long tunnel within the next few weeks. I'll just keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best, and perhaps my life may take a sharp upturn here shortly.
Until then, be good.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
A quickie update
Can't chat too much now, but some highlights from the weekend:
To the Blonde: You can now clap for me. I got me some this weekend, twice even, and it was damn fine and damn fun. I'll expound on it later in a detailed post - no time right now. Suffice to say Stef was 'prepared' in case I wasn't and made sure I had a night to remember.
Swerds, I've been nursing myself a bit the last two days. Between excessive drinking, very late nights, and one heck of a romping with a surprising wild Stef, I sat at home yesterday catching up on sleep, and actually visited the doctor for a check up of sorts. Got the 'ole blood drawn.
Catching up on work. Since I've been here this morning, it's been non-stop action until now...and only for this quick check in break.
- For those that have asked about Dawn.....good question. She sorta fell off the face of the planet. I spoke with my married friends the other day regarding her whereabouts, and they said they think she may be giving in to her ex again because its 'safe' ground, but no one is sure. MIA.
- This weekend I partied like it was 1999....without the vomit and received kudos from my neighbors on a pretty nice rager held in my backyward that spilled out to the front. I only pissed on neighbor off, which is okay, 'cause she owes me money anyway and keeps giving me excuses that she can't pay me back. That's me drunk...way drunk, spanking my friends ass.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Welcome Singluarman, and the hints keep dropping
I'd like to Welcome Singularman
to my Blog. Actually, I just noticed a post from him so I checked out his site, and what a wise sage he is. So Scott, if you're reading this, I added you to my link list a few inches to your right.
No, your other right.
Okay with that said, I am taking a few days off again. I have like 2 weeks of vacation time to burn between now and the first of the year, and my company has a 'Use it...Or lose it' policy. Meaning, if I don't take a few self imposed days here and there, I get no time off, and with mandatory projects in Novemeber and December, I have to use them now.
The picture today showcases one of my favorite eastern block ladies. The girl on the far left is known as Isabella. She plays both ways, but I think it is her accent that drives me wild. I have no idea who the other two are. But the brassiere showing throw the shirt is sexy to me, as well as the middle girls bare midriff, and I like the belt on the girl on the right. But look at Isabella's lips and smile and eyes and hair and jeans. Ladies, I'm sorry you may think I am of the swine community this morning...you know, the other white meat....but damn, that's why men like bacon I guess. I could EAT it all day long.
If you will recall, I made a post a few weeks, maybe even a month so or back regarding a female employee who wears the most scantily clad business attire to work. It's one button shy of usually being sent home, and I am lucky to have a very friendly relationship with her. However, I am even more convinced her and her husband are 'players', meaning she can play with other women as long as he eitehr gets to watch or particpate, but not full blown swingers.
Our conversation this morning over coffee:
X: Hey Nate, morning.
Nate: Hey there. What's up?
X: Nothing. Any plans this weekend?
N: As a matter of fact some of my guy friends are getting together this Friday for an evening of drinking and general debauchery.
X: Cool. Check out 'Spirits'. (a strip club
) We go there once in a while. The women there are beautiful. No they're HOT! I actually go there for me.
N: (slack jawed) Oh, uh....yeah, maybe if we're in teh area we'll check it out.
X: Did I just tell you that?
N: Yes (chuckles)
X: I can't believe I just told you that. I'm bad.....No really I'm bad.
She walks off.
WTF? IS that a hint? I haven't even had my coffee yet this morning? Am I interpreting something that may or may not be there? Help me out guys and gals. I have a policy though.....I don't screw around with married women...ESPECIALLY those I work with. But G.D., why do I get the feeling she drops these 'tease' bombs on my lap every so often?
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Much Apu about nothing
CurryMan is out today. Yay. I'm doing the happy dance as is everyone else here today. So sad. If only he could be a fly on the wall, or install a secret camera to watch us all (if he hasn't already), he'd be perplexed on why all his underlings are so happy.
Needless to say, life on the job front is calm and quiet today.
is crazy. Woman has given birth to her 16th child. I can't even begin to imagine the financial/emotional strain on the father, let alone what her body and plumbing must have gone through. She's basically had a litter or two at this point. You knwo how many years that is of changing diapers? Doing laundry? Sharing toys? Imagine Christmas or birthdays at that house. Nuts.
I love the Biggest Loser
, and I'd love to get sweaty with Jillian
. Perhaps after wards we can share a 40 of OE
. I bet Apu sells a lot of OE. When I was back in college, I'll admit I had a thing for St. Ides malt liquor.
Land of the Lost insights here
I had a large Ice Tea for lunch with my Fish Taco's, and I gotta pee like a ...
I like this online store
. But I would like to think I am not your typical geek.
Great site: Toilets of the World
, e-mail me.
So this past Sunday was Stef's and I official first date, and it couldn't have gone much better. Well actually I guess it could, but 'good things come to those who wait'.
I decided on something very casual. No dinner, no movie, nothing extravagant, nothing we need to dress up to. I wanted it to be fun, and as Stef and I actually do know each other from years ago, many of the first impression stuff I figure is out the window anyway.
Seeing that she wouldn't have her child until later that evening, I opted to take her out on an afternoon date. Hopefully one she'd think is really fun and unique. When asked what to wear, I just told her very comfortable shoes, something a little light, and to bring her sunglasses.
She gave me the address to her apartment, and was pleased to learn it couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 miles from my house. As a rule of thumb, or unless desperate times call for desperate measures, I usually like to meet my dates in a public place or their place first. I reserve my home address for those I know I'm comfortable with, aren't crazy, etc...
Anway, I picked Stef up early afternoon, like 1:30. She hugged me at the door. Cute little place. 2 bedrooms, 1 bath, downstairs unit. She gave me the quick tour, and I guess that's all one needs when recently divorced and looking to land back on your feet. Stef, by the way looked great. She opted to wear blue jeans (my favorite), a white cotton short sleeve shirt with a slight v-neck cut, small silver hoop earings, black leather belt, and beige sneakers. Her brunette hair was straight, and she had very little makeup applied. She looked very natural and ready to have a fun relaxing afternoon.
We hopped in my car and I took her on a very scenic drive through the back country to a little out of the way bar which happens to have a huge Sunday gathering. The cool thing about this place is it used to be an old house that was gutted and converted in a bar. What once was the garage now is a stage for the indoor band, and the living room is now the actual bar. It sits on an acre or more of land, which has tons of campground style picnic tables outside and another outdoor stage area for yet another band. On any given Sunday you can be assured that at least one band is there, and possibly upwards of 200+ people...but you never feel crowded at all.
The sun was out, there was a nice breeze, we grabbed some drinks and found our way under a large sycamore tree, talking and taking in the outside music and people. We sat next to each other and shared drinks. I never had a Bacardi Silver before, and that was Stef's drink of choice, and I learned I kinda liked them too.
As I have been to this place many times before, I ran into other regulars who recognized me, and we struck up small conversations, introducing stef, and she fit right in. Thank goodness, none of these people said anything embarrassing about me or put me on the spot with Stef.
All in all we spent a few hours outside and had our buzz going on pretty well. Probably more so Stef than me, but I'm not complaining. Finally, Stef suggested we head back to her place as she wanted to sober up a bit before she had to pick up her son, but that still left us almost two hours, and it was at least a 20 minute drive back to her pad.
Once back at her place, she told me to make myself at home and grab a beer from the fridge as she went to freshen up. As she disapeared into the bathroom, I indeed grabbed a Corona. I sat down on the couch and a few minutes later Stef came out and sat next to me on the couch. I'll admit, it was a little awkward at first as I guess we were both trying to figure out what was gonna happen next. She grabbed the beer from my hand, took a drag and handed it back, and thanked me for a nice afternoon. Not really knowing how to break the ice myself, I told her to sit in the floor in front of me, back to me, and I proceeded to give her a shoulder and neck rub.
Little secret here: I find this is a great way/excuse to bring my body next to someone. Judging on how they react to my kneading hands, I can usually make a good guess if I can move forward. So far so good. Stef was visibly and audibly relaxing, and I took the advantage of leaning forward so as my face was buried in her hair. I closed my eyes myself and took in the sweet scent of her locks. She didn't flinch.
My hands then slowly came down from the top of her shoulders, and cupped the top of her arms, my body now pressed into her back. I leaned my head to her right side and began to delicately kiss her ear and then her neck. They were shy attempts at first, but I grew a little more agressive, and she welcomed me by exposing even more of her neck.
Stef finally turned to me, and got up to sit on the couch, the whole time holding my hand. She pulled me into her, and we shared our first kiss. You know, that's a topic all and in of itself. The first kiss is always the best if done correctly. I could have inhaled her all then and there. Her lips were so soft, and her mouth had a sweet citrus taste most likely from the Bacardi. Our tongues danced around in each others mouth, and the whole thing was tender and now locked in my brain as a personal highlight memory.
The kissing contined for a few more minutes, and then her hands reached for my chest. she did the whole Karate Kid thing....wax on/wax off as she used her palms to gently circle my pecs. I leaned in further and pressed my kisses deeper into her, and found my right hand tugging at her shirt that was tucked into her waist.
Slowly I yanked at it, until it was free of her belt, and I was allowed a hand onto her bare stomach, and I walked it up toward her chest. There it was. I found the outline of her bra and continued north until my whole hand was lightly applying pressure to her natural cup. Stef let out a deep breath and with that I stood us both up, facing each other. Lips still exploring each other, my left hand now in tandem with my right found the rear clasp of her bra, and I undid it. I pulled back slightly as she coninued to remove it from under her shirt and let it fall to the floor. Through the outisde of her v-neck, I could see her excitement pointing at through the cotton.
I sat on the couch now and positioned her in front of me, and began to lift her shirt up. My lips found her stomach and began to tease about the waist line for a few moments. Stef began to kneel in front of me and now I had full access to her breasts. I began to nibble and lick each one as her arms were wrapped behind my head. Feeling her erect in my mouth was making me erect down south. Stef then took off my shirt, and it may seem a bit high-schoolish, but we seemed to fool around topless for the next 10 minutes or so.
Finally, I decided I'd try and make a move south, but I was denied. As I began to tug at the buttons on her jeans, Stef told me that Aunt Flo was in town and I didn't want to go there today. Oh...okay. Uh....DAMN. I totally understand as I am not a big fan of 'getting my wings'. Stef also told me that she rather save it for when we had more time as it was imperative that she had to go pick up her son.
I normally would have called foul at this point, but I did realize the time and was warned early on our date. And with the idea of Aunt Flo always seems to put a damper on my mood. So with the look of a boy who got his ball taken away, I had compose myself and place mys hirt back on whiel she did the same. We kissed a bit more and Stef apologized but said she'd make it up to me next weekend as her son would be at his dad's house. So basically I ended up leaving back to my house already mentally counting down the days until next weekend.
I guess I have to take the attitude 'good things happen to those who wait'.
Monday, October 10, 2005
I know this is a few days late, but work lately has been killin' me. I think on Friday I must have been yawning all day long while at work making it very hard to concentrate on projects I'm working on. I've also been a bit short with people, and skippe dthe gym the whole weekend as well.
Friday after work I just went to the grovery store and bought myself a 12 pack of Budweiser Select, and more or less just gelled. I was pretty much in bed by 10pm again. No, I didn't drink the whole 12 pack, I actually have 6 left over today on Monday.
So, you're probably wondering about my lunch with Stef.
Yes it did happen. This last Thursday. We chose an Italian place that not to many people know about and had a really nice lunch outside. I actually picked her up at her work, which surprisingly is only about five miles from where I work. As usual, we got along fine and talked about all sorts of things, and did the silly little dance again about us.
I told her I'd liek to go out with her, and she responded well. She did explain that she recently ended a relationship with a guy who was a bit much to handle...in the sense he had some maturity and responsibility issues....and the fact he's a recovering alcoholic. She's been dating casually here and there and wasn't sure if she was ready to settle down. I even surprised myself when I said I understood and was looking for something casual as well.
I can be jealous, and have known to be in the past, but I am willing to let Stef go out on a few more casual dates with others as long as I don't hear about them. I'll just pretend for the time being that when we go out on a 'date', there's nothing else out there.
There was a little innocent flirting at the table, and a few innuendo hints, but with only an hour and a half for lunch we had to wrap things up so I can take her back to work.
On our way back, I popped in a CD of some import re-mixes of Depeche Mode, some songs most wouldn't have heard of before and Stef was enamored. She forgot I was such a fan, as is she and we sat in the parking lot of her work listening to a few cuts. We made arrangements for our first actual date this past Sunday (yesterday and Blonde, you'll be happy) since she won't have her son, and we huggeda nice lingering embrace before she went in.
So things are looking promising.
Friday, October 07, 2005
In time of doubt and hardship, you must ask yourself:
What Would Nipsey Do?
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Ouch. I smell a Flame directed at me soon.
Band of Brothers
Back....without much of a vengeance
Probably because I lack steam right now.
Last week was both a blessing and a plight upon my soul, and now that I am back, I can't tell if I am glad to be here or not.
Last week I went to a training class, and let's just say it was sorta a disaster and a let down. It was touted to be a technical course on computer networking and after reading the syllabus I was pretty fired up. Not only because I'd be supposedly learning new stuff, but any excuse for me and CurryMan to not have to interact with each other is a blessing. 9 days without him can do wonders for the soul.
But alas, the class was filled with knuckleheads who didn't deserve to be there and thus slowed the overall pace of the class. The materials also had issues: more like blatant mistakes that I could not believe got past the editors eyes. Couple that with the fact that some of the students were late and took long lunches and the course deviated from the syllabus, I was not a happy camper. I registered a complaint with some of the sales assoicates for the school, and they made it up to me by buying me a 'real' text book, labs on CD-ROM, and a coupon of 40% off of my next course with them.
And of course the day I got back....yesterday....CurryMan had piled so much crap on me I think I must have just sat there a few minutes digesting everything and wondering what the hell happened since I was gone.
I think some of these project led to a little stress last night, hence some insomnia. Last night I went to bed at 10pm and was pretty much sound asleep until about 2am, and have been up since. Same thing more or less happened on Sunday too. I'm averaging about 4-5 hours of sleep the last few nights and it's taking a toll on my chipper self. So not only am I a bit cranky I walked right into a big steaming pile of Curry with no hose in sight.
So forgive me in advance if this entry is not flowing very well. Even as I write it, I can tell it reads like crap and doesn't follow very well. Lack of sleep, that's all I can say.
So I suppose you're all wondering about my encounter with Stef?
Well, she invited me to an outdoor party at a condo/apartment complex of one of our old friends. It was sort of weird...the whole thing: You see, Joe is the brother one one of Stef's good friends and he's a big gay guy. I met him many years ago when Stef and I worked together, and I always had a feeling Joe had a thing for me. Little comments here and there. I was always nice to him, but also a bit creeped out by him as well. Anyway, it was his birthday and he decided to throw himself a party and hold it in the internal courtyard of his apartment complex. Very strange trying to have a party with 50+ people all drinking and mingling with other tennants hanging off their balconies or looking out their windows at you.
I met Stef there as her guest, and the reaction of all these people, many I haven't seen in years was surreal and strange. I was definetly a surprise guest to many and I could already see the wheels in motion of many of them wondering how I just appeared out of nowhere and ended up with Stef. Stef played it very cool and it was like we were just friends. Actually, we spent more time catching up with each other again than we did celebrating Joe's birthday.
Around us, many of the characters started drinking a bit too much and there was some drama between a few of them regarding an ex-wife of somebody and it was spiraling out of control. It was also getting a bit loud and some of the tennants began to complain. Before long the cops arrived and I just sort of sat with stef in the background watching the ensuing chaos unfold. I hope I don't sound too stereotypical, but when you mix a lot of alcohol with some rowdy hispanics and then throw in a peppering of police....it just isn't gonna end well. I was half expecting to see the camera crew from C.O.P.S. to show up.
The police finally left, and then returned about 45 minutes later writing out a citation to Joe. Happy Birthday Joe.
It was a lot to take in.
Anyway, my not-really-a-date, but sorta-kinda a date went well otherwise. Stef seemed to be truly interested in me and just like all those years ago, you could cut the underlying attraction between us with a knife. But both of us seemed hesitant to really make a first move to see what we expected from each other. So in a way, I think Stef picked this party as neutral ground. She looked good. Actually she looked fine.
Later she decided she was gonna stay behind and help clean up so I opted to leave at that time. It was more of a 'meet' than anything else, but we talked and decided we would have lunch together someday this week.