It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time…

another reason why i love jeanne so so much is that title – last night, on our in-the-bed phone call, jeanne dropped this story about these tailors who charge something like 400 bones for a custom made shirt and a pair of custom made slacks.  now, unless they’re custom made from the hair of 10,000 virgins, i have no desire to spend 400 clams on ONE outfit – that 400 could be spent in so many different ways, like shoes and jeans and wide leather belts that have almost the same effect as tailoring anyway, but are super fun and sassy.  so anyway, during this story jeanne goes “so i told the ladies, what you don’t know about me is that i’m really a gay black man.” totally straight faced, totally serious, and yeah, i fell out laughing and told her it was going to be the title of my blog today.  so, here it is!

my physical health has been a bit subpar lately, but i only have myself to thank for that.  over the weekend, my diet SUCKED.  i ate doritos, potato chips, dip, cheesy puffs, oreos, mini snickers, lots of coffee, marshmallow cereal, etc. etc.  yeah.  it was gnarly. 

(like that, but less organized)

 we had a slumber party though, and that’s really the only acceptable slumber party cuisine!  then on saturday night, ben took me to sonoma (and i wore a pagmina!) and we ate…. everything.  two appetizers, main courses, desserts, then a chef special that was BOMB.  if you read this and live anywhere close to charlotte, check out sonoma – it is fiercely good food.  superman alan took care of us, which was lovely, and then i had a food baby to deal with the rest of the night. 

sunday wasn’t as bad, we had our first softball game (called, due to rain, but we got a practice game in) then i met with pete, then i spoke at wilmith… so my eating wasn’t bad, but i smoked a bunch of cigarettes.   these cigarettes need to get kicked cause a) they’re expensive and b) they’ll kill me dead.  not a fan of either of those, really. 

it’s like tamara from work says, i’m too cute to smoke.

i have my OJE at brueggers on saturday, i’m excited.  i love jim and he’s the one who’s going to walk me through the day.  i think i’ll like it, should be a whole lot different than what i do now, which i’m good with.  ben is taking me shopping after work for a pair of black pants and a white or black polo t-shirt, and insoles for my old new balances.  i FINALLY chucked out my old asics… it made me a little sad, because those are the shoes i ran my first triathlon in, the shoes i ran the labor day 5k with my sister in, the shoes i wore to move out to charlotte… yeah.  oh well.  everything needs a finale, y’know?  i really should’ve let them die in dignity and from here on out i’m going to work on adopting a much more buddhist attitude toward my stuff – detachment!

the meditation meeting last night was stellar, as usual.  we meditated on smiling and i really focused on using it to heal my body, organ by organ.  it helped that before the meeting a bunch of us sat outside drinking coffee and smoking at the east ‘bou, trading horrific driving stories and laughing really hard.  i adore my life sometimes, especially last night.