The saga of my disgusting neighbors is finally coming to an end. The Uhaul pulled up yesterday. They were there for a little bit this morning, gathering more things. These people have been a thorn in my side for the last 3 years. I’m so glad to see them go.
Yesterday, I got to see an old friend. Krystal and I used to work together a while back. She and her girlfriend just moved in together. Christina and I spent part of the day there. We watched a movie and made a pizza. It was good to see her. I wish we could have spent more time catching up. There was an awkward silence most of the time. Unfamilular territory? Who knows.
Ethernal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind is on E! this morning. I’m trying to watch it in an effort to avoid waking up my sleeping girlfriend. She loves her sleep. I can’t stay in bed all day. I feel as if I’m wasting too much time. There are better things to do.
Filed under: lesbian | Tags: Church Street Station, dining review, Downtown Orlando, Gay Friendly, gay orlando, Hamburger Mary's, lesbian orlando, orlando, Orlando night life, review, reviews
Being in a somewhat adventurous mood, Christina and I decided to check out Hamburger Mary’s for dinner. I really dug the atmosphere. It’s a great place to take friends. The food was a little less than I had expected. I figured with a name with Hamburger in the title, the burger would be exceptional. We both had the ”Queen Mary” which was a decent grade of meat and cooked properly, but the bun was a little dried out. All most stale tasting. The bacon was super dry as well, it had been over cooked. Maybe arriving earlier would avoid the dried out experience. We didn’t get there until about 9 PM. Their fries are coated with some kind of smokey flavored seasoning. It’s a matter of personal taste, but there was too much of that seasoning. The onion rings were great. A perfect after-the-club indulgence. They have a pretty decent drink menu, offering $3 “Train Shots” each time the train passes through Church Street Station. This rumbles the house and a gay boy with a microphone announces the $3 special. Your check is delivered to the table in a size 6 1/2, red, high heeled shoe.
I would recommend checking out Hamburger Mary’s for the atmosphere. It’s a great place to pre drink before you visit the clubs, downtown. Some drinks are a little pricey, as the $3 “Train Shot” was the only “special” advertised.
The staff is friendly, upbeat and in some cases charming. A mostly male staff might make some lesbians feel as if they’re in a sausage fest. Seating was awkward, as the booths in the back of the restaurant do not have backs to them. Lean too far, and you’re bumping elbows with another patron. A large party was seated right behind us. They were a little on the obnoxious, but we were downtown on a Saturday night, ya know.
The next time I venture to Hamburger Mary’s, I’ll bring friends and plan to drink. Large round tables in the front of the restraunt seem to be the place to be. It’s a place to enjoy with friends, not a romantic dinner for two.
Filed under: Mother in Law | Tags: blog, friends, lesbian, Mother in Law
Tomorrow’s Christina’s brother’s (Ryan) birthday get together. He’s in town from Daytona. This means I get to spend more time with the mother-in-law. Don’t worry. I’m thirlled (sense sarcasm). I’ll be on my best behavior.
The job was stressing me out last week. My boss was on vacation. Now I actually realize how much it is she does. I have a little more respect. I need to get back to good with her. At least until I figure out my next move.
On the topic of the job, tomorrow night I’m hanging out with one of the girls who used to work under me. She’s just admitted to me that she’s seeing a girl. Naturally, this makes me smile. They just moved in together and I’m going to check out their new place. This should be interesting.
When I got up for work this morning, I discover Maya’s taken a massive diarrhea poop on the floor. I know it was Maya because she’s got a really guilty conscious when she’s done something bad. (Probably some kind of fear she acquired while in Christina’s ex’s hands). She hid behind the recliner and totally gave herself away.
Christina got up with me this morning and put Maya outside as soon as we discovered her explosion. When it was time for me to leave for work, she was afraid to come back in. She ducked behind my Jeep, rolled over and refused to budge. Christina had to come out and pick up her 45lb Pit Bull and take her back inside of the house.
So, I think I have a suicidal dog on my hands.
I finally got the Jeep back. She’s just as pretty as she was the day I bought her. While she was in the was in the shop, they were able to figure out why one of my turn signals hasn’t been working. Apparently, a squirrel or some other little creature decided it would be a good idea to gnaw on the main electrical harness. The little darling gnawed completely through two
wires (turn signal and tag light). And damaged seven others. All nine wires were repaired. By default, my stuck glove box was unstuck too. They took apart my dash to reach all of the damaged wires and thus unstuck the glove box. Awesome.
So there was $1,800 dollars worth of damage from the accident. The original estimate was less than half of that! Of course, as luck would have it, there was additional damage that was not noticed initially. The wire repair only cost me $113. Replacing the entire harness would have been about $1,500, just for the part. Luckily, the accident wasn’t my fault, so the $1,800 was covered by homeboys insurance.
Next on my project list:
- Oil Change
- New Tires
- Transmission flush
- Battery
- Order part and repair window track
I went through another drawer today. I had been putting off this task, knowing that I might not like what I found. I was right.
My ex wife wrote a very explicit story about our first time together. Folded it up, and contained our wedding rings inside. At the end of the story, she wrote “Since you’re so quick to forget.” Ouch. Low blow.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: addicted, favorite song, lesbian, Saving Abel
My new favorite song of the moment. Hot!
Saving Abel – Addicted
I’m so addicted to
All the things you do
When you’re going down on me
In between the sheets
Or the sound you make
With every breath you take
It’s not like anything
When you’re loving me
Oh girl lets take it slow
So as for you well you know where to go
I want to take my love and hate you till the end
It’s not like you to turn away
From all the bullshit I can’t take
It’s not like me to walk away
I’m so addicted too all the things
You do when you’re going down on me
In between the sheets
Or the sound you make
With every breathe you take
It’s not like anything
When you’re loving me
Yeah
I know when it’s getting rough
All the times we spend
When we try to make
This love something better than
Just making love again
It’s not like you to turn away
All the bullshit I can’t take
Just when I think I can walk away,
I’m so addicted to all the things
You do when you’re going on me
In between the sheets
Or the sound you make
With every breathe
It’s not like anything
I’m so addicted to the things you do
When you’re going down on me
Or the sound you make with every breath you take
It’s not like anything when you’re loving me
Yeah
When you’re loving me
How can I make it through
All the things you do
There’s just got to be more to you and me
I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re going down on me
In between the sheets
Or the sound you make with every breath you take
It’s not like anything
It’s not like anything
I’m so addicted to
All the things you do
When you’re going down on me
Or the sound you make with every breath
You take it’s not like anything
I’m so addicted to you
Addicted to you
Well, my Jeeps still in the shop. I’m barely getting any sleep at night. I’m going to go spend about an hour relaxing in the tub. I need to just forget about this world for a while.
Maya’s pad is healing nicely. She got her stitches out on Wednsday. Her cone came off yesterday. She’s thrilled about that.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: AIDS research, cougar, HIV, HR, prostitute, prostitution
There’s this cougar at work. She’s old enough to have grandchildren, I’m young enough to be her daughter. Well, she’s after me. The text messages aren’t stopping. I’ve asked her to stop. I’ve explained that I’m in a relationship. I know how to handle these situations, I work in HR for Christ’s sake. She’s got some ambition about her. She’s not stepping down.
In other news, Canadian scientists have found that a small group of prostitutes in Kenya are resistant to HIV. Check out the blog I read, here.
