concretekiss

I been down so long, blues don't worry me...

Saturday was spent hiking the Greenbelt to Twin Falls. The creek was full from the rain & meandering alongside us as we sang our way down the trails. It's amazing how close this oasis is to my work. That while I'm folding architecturals & downloading spec books, a few miles away the creek plays its percussion, oblivious. I wore my big JackieO sunglasses so I could stare at people without looking like a perv.

Then to Marina's soiree where this goof-ass dude challenged me to a battle-dance which, unfortunately for him, I'd had just enough white wine to accept. He got a little out of control with his moves & fell down in the kitchen, making me the winnar of the competition by default, & immensely grateful it wasn't me dumbstruck & pondering my state on the floor. Because it could very well have been, had I chosen the Roger Rabbit with a 3 quarter turn.

Today we shopped. There was a forlorn & weather-beaten white man with a cardboard sign on every corner, because well damn. Ain't it a beautiful day to be a hobo.
I bought myself a little green dress & a 5-pack of orange underwear. The weekend's when I girl out. Someone told me that when a woman wears orange, she is in the midst of or welcoming a significant change to her life. I say come armageddon, come.
I'm sundazed, browned, sore & satisfied, though if I were really bright I would invent an elixir to quell the libido. I would call it Horny-No-More & I would be dirty rich & buy choppers for all my friends.

So...