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- 00:06 Shot of tequila a beer and some food in Marshall Tx. Yay! #
- 23:05 He seems to have adjusted perfectly. #
- 04:54 Talking to the H about the ships. #
- 06:08 Flying a soup! #
Me Did you by chance buy ice cream when you stayed with us? (Lisa in Houston)
CS Brooklyn: Hey lisa! Yup, I got ice cream for you guys. I'm an ice cream addict, and I try to spread it. :-)
Me: We thought that the other one has bought it. So we hadn't even touched it! Then we realized it wasn't either of ours! We've called it magic ice cream! Yum!
And thank you!
CS Brooklyn: Haha, I love it - magic ice cream!! :-). Hope you enjoy it.
- 05:28 Still figuring this out... #
- 05:31 *tap tap* is this thing on? #
- 05:32 After blogging and drinking for 6 hours I think it's time to go to bed. #
- 05:33 iTunes playlist, "Sleepytime 2", it's like a nightlight for an adult. #
- 16:45 Woke up this morning so cold my breath was steam. #
H and I finally got to watch Heros! Sailor drew some more for his art show on Thursday and H and I realy enjoyed the first two episodes on the disk. She finally had to get ready for work and Sailor and I also left.
The ride back to my car at Z/s house was lovely. The sunset was spectacular and I'm glad I got to share it with him. I was unsure how this ride was going to be since he and I have never spent more than a few minutes alone together. As usual he was interesting and a wonderful driver.
( Sunset over Downtown Houston )
- Mood:
peaceful
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Tonight was H and L night. We had fun plans for the day and the night.
- Mow the lawn
- Dye our hair
- Watch Heros
- Got to art show
That's not exactly how it happened. Not even close.
Z and I woke up late and puttered around for a bit. Showers were had. He was going to make breakfast but it was already noon so we went and had yummy sushi instead. Note to self, sushi is way better for a hangover than yummy breakfast. We got back to his house and watched 500 Days of Summer. H and I had changed our plans to get home around 2. She was going to call me when she was on her way home. After the movie was over it was already 4. She had called and texted and my stupid phone set itself to silent. I never heard it. Now I was going to have to fight with rush hour. She and Sailor were hanging out and we adjusted the plans so that they would just meet me at Z's house around 7:30 so we could all go to the art show together.
Z and I went to Dietrich's and had cappuccino's and got lost in a really hard crossword puzzle. Stupid Polar.
H and Sailor got to Z's house and it was really fun. Music was played and beers were had. He had to do school work so he couldn't go with us.
After a bit of confusion in reagards to parking we finally made it to the art gallery. The pieces were travel journals!!!! Simply beautiful and very fitting for H and I. We hung out with some college kids and talked about nerdy stuff and dirty stuff. The three of us then headed home in Dr. Boob, Sailor at the wheel. We bought a case of Corona in bottles and hiked our asses to the "breakin' spot". It was wonderful. We broke bottles and talked and I think someone even peed. :) We walked home with wet pants and dirty shoes and I know I slept like a rock.
( Picture time! )
- Mood: content
We made our way to MFAH and saw the red carpet and everything. I was a bit tipsy but it was a cool place to be. We ran into a girl named Michelle I had been friends with when I was 19. I was actually with her the night I met Evil Lance for the first time. Turns out that Z knew her too. They were in German class together in high school.
The movie was amazing. I"m not much for writing reviews but it was awesome. After the movie was the gala. Free flowing beer and wine and liquor. And Two Star Orchestra (maybe it was Symphony) were playing and it was lovely. It was really cool to see the fancy Houstonians come out to support 'The Arts". We met Richard Linklater the director and he was a douche. "Hi! Can we get your picture?" "Uh, yeah, but i have to go..." ANd then walks 5 steps away to flirt with some (not so hot at all) chicks. Ick.
( Pictures and Stuff )
- Mood: chipper
When he got back from Ireland we had plans to hang out. I knew he would want to stay over. I knew that was a bad idea. I asked if we could meet somewhere as I had to be in bed early.
We met at Sherlocks and I had a beer. He told his horrible story about Ireland. It was awful. I told him my horrible prego scare night with The Rapper. And then we bs'd for a bit. And then I told him I wanted to just be friends. It was awful.
His response was. "Ok."
Kind of anticlimactic. I was ok with that. He said that he probably won't call or text as often. Um. Ok. I don't get that part at all. But whatever. There's a lot behind that "whatever" I just don't want to give it energy.
So that was not fun.
Then I went and saw H at work. Lovely time knocking her over onto the sofa when she said she'd take the dogs out. Z knew I was going to be having that conversation and I called him when it done. He invited me over. H was housesitting anyway and it would be nice not to be alone. The dogs had to be figured out and H let me off the hook. I love that woman. I had a nice night with Z and he let me talk about the stuff that was going through my head. It helped to ease the discomfort, for me at least.
And that was that. We'll see where it ends up.
- Location:Humble, TX
- Mood:
exhausted
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Begin forwarded message:
> From: Matt Marquis <ix09@hotmail.com>
> Date: November 10, 2009 9:58:16 AM CST
> To: Lisa Beckham <lisabeckham@gmail.com>
> Subject: Amsterdam Christian lady
>
>
> Holy crap. That crazy Christian girl in Amsterdam just told me that > I've almost convinced her to 'convert' to Atheism!
>
> WTF?
>
> My last message was a detailing of all the horrible atrocities, > genocides, and such that the Christian god has visited on man kind, > like the time depicted in the bible where the god promises some > valley or bit of land to his followers but they have to go in and > kill every single man, woman, child, little babies, goats, sheep, > camels, donkeys, slaves, and all living things associated with or > belonging to this other people before the land will belong to them.
> I talked about the big flood and noah's ark, the destruction of the > whole planet except for a few chosen few on a smelly boat with a > bunch of animals, and other stories in the bible where the Christian > god incited violence, death and bloodshed.
> I even agreed that the god turned all Hippie nice for a bit in the > New Testament, but, uh oh, wait, what's in Revelations? Oh yeah, > evil blood thirsty psychopathic god is back from vacation.
>
> I essentially told her that she may as well make Aztec blood > offerings her god is so drenched and sopping covered in the stuff. > I even went so far as to ask who's going to judge her god for his > crimes, his atrocities. If you just take the bible and the bible > alone, leaving out the Inquisition, Crusades, Witch trials, and > other bits involving religious war intrigue prosecution and such, > her god was still bloody bloody bloody.
>
> I asked her why she wanted to even associate herself with such a > horrible evil religion. I told her I don't ever recall hearing > about anyone blowing themselves up in the name of Vishnu, or > shooting a bunch of innocent people to prove their faith in Buddha, > or going on a holy war in the name of Atheism.
>
> I told her it's no wonder that the Christians, Jews and Muslims all > hate each other since they all have the very same bloodthirsty evil > god to give them all historic precedence in the value of holy war > and divine bloodshed.
>
> Talk about devil's advocate. I'm 'converting' a 47 year old woman > in Amsterdam over to Atheism! Is that not completely effing > ridiculous?
> By no means am I even trying to convert the girl. I'm just dishing > out silly arguments, and saying eloquent silly shit like how can the > god not be held accountable for the violation of his own rules?
>
> Silly silly silly.
>
>
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The blinding stress and acute fear were not going to be dealt with very well on my own. H had gone to ren faire and was obliterated when she got home. She went almost straight to sleep. I was left to my own devices. A bottle of wine and the internet and the gnawing out of control demons of worry. Not a good mix.
He texted to see if I wanted to hang out. At first I said no. I was going to make it an early night.
I changed my mind.
We went to Shamrocks and had a few beers. I explained why I got emo on him a week ago. I was worried I was 'leading him on'. Leading him to believe we were going to get back together. He made it very clear that in the past year apart he realized that at bare minimum he want's to keep my friendship. He said that he remembered we used to be friends, before we dated. And how he forgot, he doesn't know, but he remembers now and is ok with any capacity I have for him. Be it a plutonic friend or a friend that makes out every once in a while.
So that was settled. I wasn't feeling guilty anymore.
I got a bit drunk. He got hungry. We went to Brick House, a new tavern in Humble. We had beer and food and I told him about the scary stress I had and what I was doing about it and what caused it and I talked to him like a friend. I was honest and open and even teared up a bit. I barely remember anything. He's since told me what we talked about. I felt better, I felt safe, I felt cared about. He stayed the night and I felt secure, I wasn't alone. It was a friend. It was a warm caring person who took care of me. It's just what I needed.
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:Bon Iver - Re: Stacks
H: This is a very interesting conversation. I'm certainly having fun, bc everything is unexpected. We are talking about the universe and shtuff :)
Me: Oh good! Z is going to be late. Prolly 9pm. Matt is going to meet me here for a beer. His mom's cancer stuff is worse than they thought. She's got to have a mastectomy.
H: Oh no! That truly sucks :(
Me: Yup. But at least I'm here to talk to ya know?
H: That i do. It's one of our many functions as the vacation girls. Ya know?
Me: It's true. Really true.
Girl: Does my hair look ok?
*facetable* So glad I'm not that girl.
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