Spellers, Vampires, Bikes and the Boyz

Work, work work. Play,play, play...
Thursday: Up till 3:00a.m. painting harlequins in pink, black and gold leaf on my bedroom door...So amazingly sweet and femme and silly all rolled into one. Smile every time I see that door.

Friday: Run from work to 331 and the 2nd Mpls Grown-up Spelling Bee. It was full of bodacious spellers, cheering squads, burlesque hula-hoopers and hecklers. The Hard On girls were delicious! It was fun and bawdy, as always, with the audience begging for more naughty than nice words. Thank god for the Psychiatric dictionary of sexual perversions, I say. And of course, to the archives of the Scripps National Spelling Bee...so many words, so many hard to pronounce words...especially after wine enters the judges.

Saturday: Worked from 11-8, lates and fucking smoothies till close..great for business, hard on the hands. afterwards, to the Peacock with Nicole and Vicky for sustenance and a good cab...serial vampire killer lawyer and friends there again...decided to play with his head this time cuz ignoring him didn't work, a polite we're talkin here, didn't either.

So I took him over to the bar and sat him down and asked if he remembered what he had asked me the first time we met; about cutting someone while having sex and drinking their blood. "oh, that", he says!!!!!! Yeah "that fucking innappropriate that" I think arrogant guys like him never get called on their shit by their buddies or the women they harrass..., so I decidedit was safe to quietly, in a public place just have at him in return...

nobody gives it back with equal vehemence..Every time he said something outrageous, i called him on it, everytime he talked to my tits, called him on it. Told him, he needed how-to-be-nice-human lessons and that therapy would be his only hope for anything more than a life of one-nighters with vapid 23 yr olds. He told me my red wallet was seductive, I told him he wasn’t. Told me my bra straps were suggestive, told him grade-school was over decades ago. I asked if either of his parents were shrinks and he got a funny look on his face and told me his mom was...I told him with the possible exception of my own kids, I'd never met a shrinks kid that wasn't totally fucked up and he fit the bill. He asked why I hate him and I laughed and said, I hate no-one. Just don't like you or your arrogant shit...pull the stick out of your ass...bought him a drink, gave him a mom hug, said there were Too many reasons to go into. Wished him luck with his life. I know iit was mean, but somehow freeing. Sat back down and talked and laughed with the girls till way past my bed-time...Home way too late but worth it to get out and have real food and discussion with the ladies.

Sunday: work, work, train Marge while crazy buzy...poor Marge...but she survivedand damn i think she makes the best smoothies of all of us. at the end of the crazy shift i look up and who should be in line but the vampire’s wing-men who all live downtown...Not sure why they were in my shop, but, it creeps me out a bit.
After work Marge took me to pick up my new bike...black with fenders, nifty basket and fat-ass seat...so damned sweet to ride. I swear my leg is coming all the way back! Then the Mulay boyz...treats at shop, dinner and arcade games at Grumpy’s, telling about their lives...

All of it seems so right. Especially the boyz. I could cry over how comfortable we’ve become as a substitute family unit. It feels like it was meant to be...the boys I never had but always wanted...little jason, holding my hand and sittin on my lap, telling detailed stories like a little old man, Jacob picking songson the juke box, tring so hard to please his older brothers, Joey so eager to share that he is doing better in school and will not be that dumb kid who has to repeat a grade for dumb choices made, Justin with his permit, learning to parallel park before his test on 4/19, all of them doing better in school, settling back into life with mom, who just completed one year of sobriety. Kudos Elizabeth. Whatever was crazy in your life, those boys will rise above it.

So, after a week of non-stop fun and run, I am fucking tired. But, I am mostly happy for all of that living....and, so grateful for all of it.