A friend introduced me to a bunch of his acquaintances last night. There’s a terribly long and funny story to tell, but sadly, I can’t say a lot of it online. It was a great night, with a lot of laughing and a feeling of being immediately accepted by some genuinely interesting people.

So after meeting all of these people in a nice little place in Gaithersburg, we were invited back to someone’s house, and me, being in the mood to do nothing but have a good time, begged and pleaded with my friend to take me there. After an awkward moment wherein we accidentally walked in on a man being… *ahem*… serviced… the night progressed rather nicely. I drank a little wine, conversed about the best places for steaks, and had a great conversation with our host who wondered if I’d be interested in being the new High Priestess for his Wiccan coven. My partner in crime is pretty insistent that what they really want is for me to be their Goddess, but wevs
My faith has been floundering for a very long time. Several years of ongoing romantic heartbreak has made me quite cynical and my belief in deity has waned to near atheistic levels. But standing in that house, and then outside in the beautiful circle with a gorgeous altar, brought a lot of old feelings back for me. The belief that maybe there is something out there after all, and maybe it’s not as cold and unforgiving as I have felt lately, has been tickling at the edges of my mind.

Who knows what tomorrow holds. But I do believe that meeting these people was critical, the nudge my battered heart needed to find the faith that I’ve long since abandoned.

Regarding that incident… Yeah so, apparently some people don’t understand when they’ve crossed a line and will continue to send you text after text inquiring as to what you are doing.

::headdesk::

I promise to get back to blogging sooner rather than later. Still trying to work out some kinks on a side project, been running around all of the Metro DC area catching up with friends old and new, and basically enjoying my time off from mommy-hood.

Zach is coming to visit for two weeks on Saturday and I’m pretty excited to be seeing him again. I don’t get to see him enough. Speaking of… any Trillian pro users out there want to explain why I can’t view his (msn) webcam? I don’t have one, but I should be able to see his, yes? The Trillian help files are a mess to wade through, so if you know, help a bitch out, would you?

I have a ton of pictures from the girls weekend that I need to get posted, we had a blast. Even got new tattoos. I need to get them all organized and resize some for the web and then I’ll share.

Sorry I’ve been lax in my communications with some of you, but I think you have a pretty good idea of what’s been going on in my world and why there’s been so much silence from me. After all, most of you have been with me for years and have seen this happen to me time after time.

I’m off to dreamland.

Toodles!

Stephanie arrived today, and after we were done dealing with our own special brand of Missed Connections at the airport, we got the weekend started off on the right foot. With music and drinks all around! And a couple of cloves for yours truly, courtesy of a lovely camera wielding snap happy new friend. Almost forgot how truly sublime clove cigarettes are. *happy sigh*

Not much dancing to be done, woe is me, woe is me. But we had a fabulous time all the same and were introduced to some lovely people.

And if somebody ends up not going to the beach with his friend, looks like he’s cooking breakfast on Saturday morning. Stephanie decreed it to be so!

Hope he knows how much I like bacon…

My calendar tells me that I’m going to Erie, PA from July 18th to July 21st. However, late last night that all changed.

As Lucy and I were talking on the phone, giggling about what we were going to do and fun it was going to be, we both lamented that it might not be the same without Stephanie. Sure, we’d have fun, we’d paint the town red, we’d get into all sorts of trouble, but without Stephanie, it just wouldn’t be the same. So I got this wild idea to fly Stephanie up from Florida to Erie for that weekend. Lucy and I bounced up and down at the idea, giggled a lot more, and sent Stephanie an email asking her how she felt about such a long flight.

Last night I sat on the phone with Stephanie looking over flights and what we were going to do. Finally we agreed that she’d fly here to DC and we’d make the six hour drive to Erie together. So we booked the flight, called it a night, and yours truly went to bed.

This morning I wake to an email from Stephanie saying she changed her mind.

…

Heh, sort of.

Stephanie decided that what we really needed to do was spend our weekend of wild, wicked, girls only debauchery here in DC. She contacted Lucy, and between the two of them, they completely reworked the plans. So Stephanie is still flying in on Thursday the 17th, but instead of her and I getting in the car on the 18th and road tripping to Erie, Lucy is going to come here.

With Cricket being out of town, we’ll have the house to ourselves. So we began making even further plans. We’ll go out Friday, have a bit of fun. On Saturday we’ll do the usual touristy type things that one does when one visits the capital. On Saturday night?

All hell will be breaking loose at my house with a girls only get together. A couple of friends from work, a few of my other friends, plus the three of us. The plan is simple. A little nosh, a little drink, and lots of giggling and talking smack about the things that make us tick (read: talking shit about men).

I’m sure you’ll be able to hear us from miles away. Pay no mind to the sirens, I’m sure it’ll just be a little misunderstanding.

So in late July I’m road tripping my happy ass over to Erie, PA to see an old friend. I haven’t seen her since I was pregnant with my beloved Cricket. We grew up together, had babies together, shared life and death together, and somehow managed to forget to grow old together.

She held my hand when my mother died, she was the only one there the moment I knew - that wicked dark day when I walked in the house and saw that dress. I held her hand when her brother died - as an adult probably not nearly as graceful as she had been, with my incredulous “Stop joking” as I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and stared at my phone in disbelief. We lived, loved, laughed, cried, and swore that we’d never let go. And then, because life is a bitch, we lost touch. We are fixing that, goddammit. This worn and weary heart rejoices at that thought. I have always loved her, will always love her, and having managed to somehow learn though all of this bullshit what’s important and what’s not, I will never let her go again.

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Hopefully, if all works in my favor, I’m taking a late summer trip out to the wicked wilds of the Pacific Northwest and seeing my best girl Fran for a week of PIE. We’ll dance our asses off, party like it’s 1999, and pick up Jeannie along the way and feed her little ass! My fingers are crossed, this is a trip I desperately need to take. My dearest and most beloved friend for the last ten years, the one person with an insight to my deepest thoughts and feelings, who just somehow always knows my mood and knows how to handle me, with a trip to see someone new to me, who holds a place in my heart that no one can ever take away. Never letting go.

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Tonight, the phone rings, and I hear from an old AOL buddy that he’s going to be in VA tonight, road tripping his happy ass off, and wanting to share a drink or two and a couple of days. Goddess knows I love this kid. We have a strange online history that can only be understood by those who have developed and maintained online friendships that surpass a couple of years… it’s been a lifetime in online years. I think I saved his life one night, and in turn he gave me something to believe in. My passion for our youth was born that night. My belief in the future of our world, the desire to save someone, anyone, anything, to salvage what is left of this horrid world was born in that moment when my heart stopped and I scrambled to get an ambulance to a house in a Chicago suburb. From Florida.

I’ve never met him. I never met his mother who met a horrible fate. I never met his father who thanked me so many times over the years I began to feel uncomfortable. But somewhere, in all of the entanglements of my life, I was connected to someone. By a force greater than me. Never letting go.

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Over the years, I’ve had friends come and go. I’ve made fabulous new friends, only to lose them to the business of daily life, the stupidity of egos (yeah, girlie, I mean you - and me), and the simple fact that sometimes we really all can’t just get along. But every now and again, people step into your life, and maybe they step out too, but you never forget them, and never stop loving them.

Friends.

I am blessed.

One never left, I love her. One is coming back, I love her. One, unknown to him, holds my faith. I love him. And one, well, she and I may work it out after all, eh girlie? Another one I never expected to by my friend, but he’ll be there till the day I die, tattooed onto my cynical little heart. Another one, he’s just sort of coming in to all this, but there’s a bond beyond description. And then there’s the one who holds my heart in his hands. He’s… well, he’s something.

In this moment, this space right now, I feel more blessed than I ever have.

It’s going to be a damn fine summer.

…in a land far, far away, there lived three young girls from three very different types of families. Somehow, through all of the nonsense of middle school and high school, these three girls ended up becoming the best of friends. They were absolutely inseparable and managed to get into a lot of trouble together.

Oh, I do mean a -lot- of trouble.

Over the years, as they started building families of their own, they somehow lost touch. One moved on, getting far away from the miserable town they all lived in. One got married and secluded herself in a life of misery, eventually moving far away herself. One stayed behind, wondering where the other two had gone.

The one who got married (and eventually divorced) found herself wandering to her old romping grounds one day, and somehow managed to connect with the one who stayed behind. The one who stayed used her mad skills on Teh Interwebs and found the first one who moved on.

And the wheels are already turning as the three plot and plan to get together somehow… and see just how much trouble they can still manage to get into.

I’m willing to bet we can still make the earth shake. Heh, at least now I can afford the bail! Game on!

Baltimore rocks!

The lovely Goddess Dawn and I decided we needed a break from the insanity of our lives, so we hiked on up to Baltimore to check out Supine this past weekend. I was considering backing out, who wants to drive all the way to Baltimore just to be unable to drink more than two beers? Oh, wait, that’d be me!

The band was awesome, Jim is The Sweetest Guy Ever, and we had a really good time. Met some wonderful new people, and all around amused the hell out of myself. Thank you Baltimore for showing me your beautiful side, in the form of an endless parade of beautiful people. Thank you, Jim, for being one hell of a host! I can’t wait to come see you again! Next time I even get to stay in my own state, yay!

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