my biological clock is on greenwich time.
today’s dish: uber-garlicky escarole in a chicken broth, minus the chicken, because C-Bear is a vegetarian and also sicky poo.
today’s song: She’s Mine- Brett Dennen
things can be really awkward with W-Bette, but last night was pretty cool. the above song is something she was dying to introduce me too, and man……i sometimes lose sight of how we ever were so connected, and music was a huge part of that.
ANYway, last night we had a ladies night at D’s. i thought it was just going to be me, D and A rearranging D’s bedroom, but there were a lot of ladies, it was fun. drank a lot of wine, smoked a little greenage, talked about a lot of things. i asked H how much she would sell her youngest child for, and she countered with an offer for me to babysit anytime! so excited. so awkward though, i feel like my biological clock has an alarm set and i keep hitting the snooze button….i must be realistic about these things, though:
a) i am not in a stable relationship. i’m just not in a relationship. there’s whatever with A, but man, she just doesn’t take the whole “i don’t want to be with you” well at all. it’s as if she’s ignoring it?
b) i live with someone who is particular about the company i keep. roomie keeps telling me that i should be with my muffin, but i think he just doesn’t like the whole thing with A. i’m sure of it. he adores muffin though, that’s nice. who wouldn’t? she’s such a lovely person. anyway, i never thought roomie would ever ask me NOT to date someone…..it’s strange.
c) i just need to stop talking about this and continue on last night.
C-Bear has a cold, so i’m cooking up some soup and driving out the dalton way to bring her some soupy goodness. when we were at brix last night, she, me and Tits Magee were reading D’s butchering book. C-Bear said she was all about butchering her cluckers post-egg-making-abilities, but she’s a veg-head. so i guess she would have to sell local. gotta teach her how to pluck a cluck.
what else….yeah, last night was a lot of red wine, cheese, crackers, um, i think D and A thought W-Bette and i were getting intimate in the bathroom. awkward. we weren’t, we were just conversing. it’s really sad that in certain light, people can only see her as my ex, and not as a really great friend. yeah, we have our differences and whatnot, but hell. if she needs to talk, i’m there. if i need to talk, she’s there. i shouldn’t have to explain myself to anyone else, though i ended up doing so as i spoke with D in the loo, as well. i will always love my W-Bette, and nobody should find that to be upsetting.
that’s my rant for now.
