No more 'J' names.

With apologies to my friend Jay at Plays With Sirens ...

Seems that all I am doing lately is going out on a series of dates with guys with 'J' names. The young'un has a 'J' name, the golf guy has a 'J' name and the latest, my date from this past weekend, has a 'J' name. I am beginning to think I am meant to date people with 'J' names.
I am, however, leaving the number of 'J' names at three, as how it stands now, I could get in real trouble if I call one 'J' the other 'J's' name. :)

This week has gone by fast but I think that is mostly because the past two weeks have been insane in my life. What with traveling to FL, returning to Indy, heading to La Porte for a funeral and Mother's Day weekend, I am glad to be back in Indy. I don't know that I will leave its' friendly confines for awhile now.

This weekend should prove to be interesting. Supposedly I am going on a date with the golf guy 'J' on Friday night. Yes, he has crawled out of his cellar and asked me out for Friday. I will, of course, make other plans, given his propensity to be a horse's ass. I suppose you are wondering why I'd say yes to the date if I know all this. Pure curiousity people, that's all. So secondary plans will involve me, out to dinner followed by a trip to the bookstore. *sigh* Happy life. Saturday and/or Sunday I plan to head out to the track to watch the cars go 'round and 'round. I love the people watching that the track affords at this time of year and for $10 + the cost of food, I am in for all day. I'll probably pack a cooler with food and beer, as per normal. I am thinking I will be doing this with the 'J' from last weekend. Then Saturday night is FitnessNerd's birthday celebration complete with butch chicks and femme boys. Yes, we are going to see a Roller Derby (!!!!) and they (note: not Me) will follow that up with a trip to a drag bar in town, Illusions IV. This is a place where drag queens go to die. Unsuccessfully. I have been there once and no longer feel the need to do that nonsense again. Yes, yes, I know the drinks are cheap but when I feel my life fading before me, it does not matter how cheap the drinks are.

Sunday may well be a return trip to the track (hey, what the hell, right?) and the ever present laundry. That is if I don't do laundry on Friday night when the golf guy flakes out for the ten millionth time.

Life is good, no complaints. The stuff I mentioned in last post is still going on, nothing I can do about it so I watch and wait.

Have a fabu weekend!!