friday chex mix -continuing education edition

Well, finals week is over, thank God! I think I scraped through with a B in both classes. The last final with the meathead of a prof I got an 88 but he still has to grade our projects, two labs and an xtra credit assignment so who knows after that. I’m just done and ready to be off until the fall semester.

Right as I was going into my final last night I happened to check my work email and saw that our boss sent out a meeting request after everyone had left for the day. This is very odd but honestly not surprising for him. Between us I’ve always felt he couldn’t manage himself out of a paper bag let alone a group. This meeting could go good or bad but I wasn’t going to worry about it at that moment. All I cared about was getting a B or higher on that final and getting out. 88% later I was in the car heading home in time to sit out on the back porch with Charlie and have a beer and toast the summer quarter being over.

So, this morning we learned we’re getting a new boss – which, from my personal perspective the new guy can’t be much worse than the old one. I’m like, A new face? Bring it!

Yeah, he could be worse than the old boss but the one advantage is that the resource manager d*ckhead that’s all buddy-buddy with the old boss will either A. have to leave with the old boss in order to keep that symbiotic relationship or B. He will lose any special treatment he has within the group because his buddy is leaving. Also, I think the wonder twins are gone, too. They won’t want the new boss moving into their office because the new boss may not be cool with them having an ongoing work affair. They will most-likely go back to construction together. So, without d*ckhead and the twins it’s bound to be somewhat of an improvement.

So, last weekend my younger second cousin was in town. This is the cousin who recently just came out as a lesbian in the family – the second since I came out. I’m telling you the straight people should move over and shut the hell up because we’re taking over the family. Her Dad hasn’t been taking it well despite his brother being gay and who has been with his partner for 29 years – a record and one that my younger cousin shouldn’t scoff at since he has two ex-wives.

I insisted on getting my cousin, Emily, a plane ticket down here so she could see how the more civilized half of the family lives and experience being in the life away from our po-dunky small town. She’s very quiet and you almost had to coax things out of her but she would talk after a while. We went out to lunch in Little 5 points after I picked her up and then I took her to a feminist bookstore where I bought her some age-appropriate reading. We also went to an Atlanta Dream game (she’s a huge basketball fan) and on that large skyview wheel in downtown Atlanta as well as an Imax movie at Fernbank.

The day before she left we borrowed our neighbors golf cart and drove it down to the neighborhood pool and swam and then we took her to Twains to catch the last of the Croatia/Russia game and play pool. She got to do a lot while she was here.

I think she had a good time, however, next time either her parents are going to get the plane ticket or she’s going to have to get a part-time job and save up once she’s driving age. Her parents are so like my family – narcissistic to a point where it’s an illness. Her Dad is a small chip off the block of my old man – he reminds me of him. It’s like dealing with a younger version of my Dad and I can only imagine what it’s like for her growing up there because I went through it. At least they can come out younger these days unlike me and my cousin- we would have been lynched if we would have in high school.

I tried to talk to her a little bit about college but bit back the If you don’t go to college you’ll never get out of there bit. I made sure I pointed out all the colleges down here that we drove by.

See this is Georgia Tech where the Dream plays.

We’re passing by Georgia State now they have really good business and law schools. Oh here’s Emory – they’re good in the medical field.

Well, this is Agnes Scott and they have all kinds of studies in Phycology and Public Health.

We also have University of Georgia that has really good veterinary and pharmacy programs.

Heeeello is any of this sinking in? I wanted to say. Not that she couldn’t live with her mom in Indianapolis and go to IUPUI and have a part time job which is what half of my family did. Nothing wrong with that. At least her Mom is more supportive about her sexuality and I feel wouldn’t hold her back, however, she really pushes sports on her and I don’t feel like at this rate that will get her anywhere. No one from our high school has ever gotten a sports scholarship anywhere. She’d be better off if she focused on her school work and not getting back into basketball – which is another thing. She busted her foot in practice two weeks prior and do you think anyone in my family could call me up and tell me Hey, cuz, Emily has a foot in a boot.

Nope. That’s just how asinine my family is.

Like I said, the whole fam are naval gazers focused THERE and not anything else around them. Despite her being in a boot and on crutches we still made it work. She mentioned coming down for Gay Pride in October and I told her that her parents would have to start a dialog with me about it. (which, I’m not holding my breath over). I got the ball rolling now the rest is on her. If she wants it she needs to make it happen because they won’t.

 

Happy Friday everyone and have a great weekend! Cheers!

 

 

 

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the weekend

Friday evening Link and Stiletto met us down at a Elmyriachi for dinner and then we moved on to darts at a pub in downtown Decatur. This place just happens to be located right next to Benjis apartment and she ended up meeting us down there. We had a fun and pretty late evening and the next morning I was feeling it. We were to meet up with Benji and Emil to go to Tunes in the Tomb. After much freaking planning, we picked up Benji and drove down there and miraculously found free parking on the street. The event had three stages with different performers but honestly, we mostly stood around drinking beer and talking. The one highlight was as we were walking around (trying to find a beer tent that would give me a free PBR sweatband) we heard this group of drummers play Taiko which ultimately led to me and Charlie signing up for an 8-week course.

We eventually decided to blow the Tunes taco stand and head for a real taco stand, Mezcalito’s, next door. Emil had been whining wanting to go there for some time to eat with us so we did. After dinner, Charlie and I Lyft’d it back to the house while Benji and Emil went on to see another concert at the City Winery.

Sunday, we smoked ribs and corn in our new smoker and had Emil over for dinner and to play her guitar. Since we had Benji’s dog, Squid, she ended up coming for dinner as well. Between the two of them, though, they had their faces into their cellphones comparing Tinder dates. I had to shut it down after a while saying, Ok, let’s put the cell phones away and have a conversation like adults. Geez, I felt like such a parent but sometimes it’s really annoying. (Single friends should just leave their Tinder dating app at home.)

I’ve been teaching myself a few chords on the guitar so (according to Emil) I can play along with her the next time she’s over. I learned A, D & E so far (A is a bi-otch, btw). We’re trying to get some concerts going in our backyard but we’ll see. I have a feeling it’s going to be an impromptu show with little planning that just happened. Val is coming down from Maine in July and I’m really hoping between her, Emil and LB we can get something going. Link has already said she’d supply the microphones and between all of us surely we can find an amplifier. Maybe I’ll know FIVE chords by then, who knows.

 

 

 

 

Sadie & Shuffleboard Sweater Nerds

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sadie29 (taken this morning)

Sadie’s feeling somewhat better. She’s still in and out with her energy levels, though. We got her to keep down food yesterday and drink a bit of water that night. So, we’re watching her and making her take it easy and not play but it’s hard with an almost 2 year-old.

This whole thing has been nerve-wracking as hale. SO, what do Charlie and I do to calm our nerves? Yes, go on a bender. We both felt a bit cooped up towards the end of the day yesterday and I suggested that we go up to that little thrift store called Second Life in the neighborhood – love that place because all the proceeds go towards helping animals. In fact, if I could ask you guys a favor they are trying to win $15,000 towards their charitable organization and if you go to this site and vote for them (you can vote every 24 hours) they may win – they said they were in second place yesterday when we were there. Here’s the voting link: www.milner.com/jumpstart

Next, we went to the boys shop, Trilogy, to say hi. They always have such great energy and I feel like buying everything in the store when I’m in there – candles, rocks, some little spiritual thing. Everything in there gives me such a good vibe. If you’re ever in the neighborhood stop in – even if it’s just to soak in the great energy, smell the wonderful candles or talk to one of the guys who are always entertaining.

On to one of our favorite pizza cafe’s for only one beer because there were two men there annoying us. One was someone who I’ve actually gotten into an argument with once because he was sitting next to me at the bar and got into my personal space and touched my laptop. [I had told him to back off and the bartenders asked him to leave – yes, I got pull there.] The other guy was some redneck sitting behind us staring at Charlie and talking very loud. So, we went home, fed Sadie a spoonful of IB and went to another bar to play pool. I love playing pool at this bar until –

[insert Jaws music – just like at the Oscars]

The sweater-shuffleboard-nerds show up to play on the two shuffleboards behind the pool tables. I hate that they put those things there. In fact, I just hate them period.

It happens every time, too. We’re playing pool and a bunch of nerdy-@ss people [some, with screaming kids –  this bar allows kids there until 9] come up and start playing. They have to walk from end-to-end every 2 seconds and get in the way of us shooting. They always pile their coats and sh*t on the table right behind the pool tables and most of the times they’re only drinking WATER. It never fails – you’re lining up to take a shot and someone bumps your cue.

Last night I saw them coming a mile away. They were three of straight couples. They all looked like they were out on a date. The women had these sweater dresses on and the men actually had sweaters tied around their necks like they were getting ready to go out and sail.

Seriously, folks, this ain’t the f*ckn Cape, I thought.

I gave Charlie a look and looked over at them. She knew what I was thinking. I’d had just enough beer and whiskey in me that if they so much as bumped my cue I was going to tell them off. It would start by me flipping one of the sweater sleeves into the face of one of the guys and saying calmly, “You all with your water and your important little old person game should have a little more courtesy towards those of us who are actually paying customers and playing a real game. I mean, really – you’re a man – play a man’s game instead of all this p*ssy sh*t – and, if you want to get laid tonight loose that sweater, dude, or go on down to the gay man’s sweater bar – no, I take that back – they have waaaaay more class than you and you’d never even fit in there with your lame@ss fake Ralph.”

I was ready but then I decided I was hungry and didn’t have the energy for it. They were especially annoying me, too, because every shot they cheered like the underdog just scored in the Superbowl. Every.nerdy.shot. they did that.

“Let’s go.” I told Charlie.

So, we headed down to my kind of bar – smokey, no kids, grunge, with the best pizza in town and $1 miller high lifes. It doesn’t get any better than that.