Weekend of the 14th

The stupid draft I started last week...

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So much to write, so little motivation to do so. Oh well, here we go. Once I get going it usually starts flowin'. I guess I'll start with the weekend. It was another good one, albeit a hot one. As with anything though, I've started to get used to it. Eventually your body just says, "Fuck it", and you learn to live with whatever discomfort may be upon you. It's the survival instict and it works in mysterious ways!

Friday afternoon I arrived home from work to be greated by a smiling Ron. What a nice change from weeks past. Not having to wait for him to get home. Man, I want it to be like this always. Always happy to see each other when we get home for the day. Not letting the complications of life cloud the happiness we feel when we see each other. I want to keep that alive. Anyway, I got home and let the birdies out to fly around while I sat with Ron and we contemplated what we would be doing for the evening. I wanted to spend time with Devin, since he would be leaving in a few days. But the plans were not to my liking. Devin and Melanie wanted to check out a club they'd heard about. Guess where it was? Yup, downtown toward Rich's area. Ron and I did not want to go, especially since I'd complained profusely to Ron about the prior evening. Therefore, when Melanie called to ask if we'd be joining her, Devin and Ivon for the trek to meet Rich and his lawyer friend for dinner at the club, I politely declined. Not only did I not have the money to spend on the amount of drinks it would take to allow me to loosen up and have fun, I did not feel like leaving the house and going on another long drive. I needed a break.

We had a delightful Friday evening and were so glad we decided to stay home. First we went to the market to get a baked chicken and some beer. Then off to El Pollo Loco for one of their delicious Mexican ceasar salads. I threw on some refried beans when we got home and we made ourselves some yummy yummy YUMMMMMMYYYY soft tacos. Yes, they were yummy. No wait...YUMMMMMMMY. Seven 'm's worth. After a few beers it was time for nighty night. It must be the weather because I've had this incredible craving for tacos and burritos lately. I've had something to that effect almost every day for two weeks. It's the weather. It's too hot to do anything else. Besides maybe a bbq chicken salad. We're overdue for one of those.

Rons survival instict (not to mention the weather report) told him that we had to get the fuck outta Dodge on Saturday and head toward cooler temps. Fast. And EARLY. Saturday was 106 degress in LA. ONE-HUNDRED-AND-SIX. We made plans to meet with Rich, Devin, Melanie and Ivan for breakfast near the beach to start out our day. Turns out that Devin doesn't like the beach, so he and Rich spent the day together while the rest of us had a beautiful day. I couldn't believe how HOT it was down there. It must've been at least 85 - 90. We should have been more attentive with the sun screen 'cause each of us got at least at little burned. My face got too burnt... But it was a great day. I finally got to SWIM and had a glorious time playing in the ocean. It was way overdue. There is nothing like swimming in the ocean and I'm going to miss it a lot when and if we move away from here.

After the beach we'd planned on having Rich and Devin join us for a Saturday evening BBQ. That wasn't to be however, because we were all exhausted from a long day of sun and exersion. Sunday was BBQ day. Well, it was more like Mexican BBQ, minus the BBQ. More like soft tacos and margaritas night. Melanie and I went to the store to pick up the works...beans, meat, tortillas, cheese, guacamole and plenty o' Cuervo for the makings of a lovely evening of eating, drinking and being merry. And eat, drink and be merry we did. Not a bad way for Devin to spend the last evening of his abbreviated trip. It was so disappointing to all of us that he couldn't stay longer. Ron enjoyed spending more time with Devin on Sunday, as he'd only met him once before. And this was the first time Ron had met Rich. He got to start forming his own opinion of the guy. Rich was much more subdued that evening, probably due to the fact that there were more of us and he was just meeting Ron for the first time. He was his pleasant self, thankfully.

I took Monday, the 17th off of work to just have a day to myself. Although hotter-than-fucking-HELL AGAIN (*sigh*) I enjoyed it. Got some more cleaning done! I finally mopped the floors, it had been too long. I really need to do the floors more often. It's gross to let it go, it's just such a pain in the ass. I don't even have a lot of floor to mop and I still hate it. Not as much as I hate grocery shopping though.

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That was my weekend. Last weekend. Now it's time to go on with my hot ass day. Later!