It's -20 degrees in Anchorage Alaska.
Actually, I am most likely lying about that. It's probably closer to 10 degrees, possibly 7. But, I'm cold enough for it to be below zero, at least my nose thinks so. My feet...are still connected to my body, weird, because I can no longer feel them either.
So much has happened since I wrote last. Been pretty busy working and moving to The Great White North of Anchorage, Alaska. I made the trip mid August alone with my dog, Dagen, in my new Honda CR-V (Yipee!). We drove to the border of Alberta, Canada, then into the Rocky Mountains of British Columbia, into the Yucky Yukon Territory and finally into Alaska. And I did it all by myself! I had to make many pit stops to pee on the side of the barren roads, interesting, but my backside came out without any bites or abrasions! Yay! I had to sleep in my car full of all my stuff. And I found out sleeping in the front driver seat bent over to rest my head on Dagen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, is NOT Comfy! But while you're stuck in the middle of the Yukon, mid worst rain storm in history, it works.
But here I am~Alaska! Fantastic! And ready to start writing again...
Since we parted last May so much has happened.
July 4th: I had TOO good of a time for the fourth of July. So much of a good time that I woke up the next morning naked in my bed, wearing Heather's bathrobe with a hurt ankle. If your confused, you should have seen me that next morning. This being the first time, in a long time, since I had gone out drinking with friends...I guess I was liable for one of these kind of stories.
The last thing I remembered from the night before, was being sober dancing and having a good time. After that I remember fragments of things; getting a ride from Old Man Winters on his motorcycle. Having to climb in the house window because Lacey didn't give me her house key but some other key. I also remember walking down the hallway and from there its like all the lights went out around me. And they must have because the next day, after seeing the Dr. for my ankle I was told; "Well, what I can tell you is that if you would have been sober you would have broken your ankle. It's sprained pretty bad..."
So, all in all, I guess you could say I had an explosive 4th of July.
September: Boys can be stupid, or so I re-learned in September, in many ways. But I am only go to tell you this one story, because it still makes me laugh.
On a work trip to Reno, Nevada I decided to take a large group of my volunteers dancing at the hotel club. Note: This was actually a really great club located in the hotel and I was pleasantly surprised. They even had Go-Go Dancers! Yay! So, our large group is pretty much the dance floor and were all in our 80's rock attire jamming out to the Club 40's hit's when someone else's volunteer, who I do not care for, approaches me to 'grind' with him. For anyone that doesn't know me, I do NOT like to grind. That is NOT why I go dancing. I dance because doing the dice move, the robot and the electric slide gives me a sense of purpose. Not grinding!
As he approaches me, I can see him from the corner of my eye and I quickly jump to the far side of our dancing circle. "Ah-ha!" I thought. But then like the regular douche bag of a guy he is, he try's cutting though the circle to get too me. So what do I do? I place another volunteer, female, in front of us. "Let's see you get around this!"
So, about 20 minutes later he comes up to me again, and I bypass him again. Finally he gets the hint, or so I thought, because he's dirty dancing with others girls on the floor. And I don't mean 'dirty dancing', I mean DURRTY dancing. This was beyond what you would see at a Strip Joint. But none the less I was thrilled because, it wasn't me! Yay!
But then it happened again, he came back up and I had to run off. This happens for another hour til the poor guy is getting more drunk by the minute and asks me. "Why won't you dance with me?" Now, I want you to know I was trying to be polite, but at this point I was just done so I say to him, "Because your a whore."
And with one mean look, that was that. The Dancing Douche danced around some more and left me alone. A few minutes after that the DJ came up to me and said, "I just had to give you a high-five. My friends and I were watching you run from that asshole all night and that was the best entertainment of the night. Thanks."
My best entertainment of the night was when I found out the next morning that the guy picked up a woman in the elevator. I guess he took her back to his room, had a good time, and when he got out of the shower she was gone and so was his wallet. LOL. Oh, man...karma. Karma is so precious.
Note: The guy is in the background has on a yellow tee shirt...look if you dare. If he starts crowd stalking you don't blame me!
Actually, I am most likely lying about that. It's probably closer to 10 degrees, possibly 7. But, I'm cold enough for it to be below zero, at least my nose thinks so. My feet...are still connected to my body, weird, because I can no longer feel them either.
So much has happened since I wrote last. Been pretty busy working and moving to The Great White North of Anchorage, Alaska. I made the trip mid August alone with my dog, Dagen, in my new Honda CR-V (Yipee!). We drove to the border of Alberta, Canada, then into the Rocky Mountains of British Columbia, into the Yucky Yukon Territory and finally into Alaska. And I did it all by myself! I had to make many pit stops to pee on the side of the barren roads, interesting, but my backside came out without any bites or abrasions! Yay! I had to sleep in my car full of all my stuff. And I found out sleeping in the front driver seat bent over to rest my head on Dagen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, is NOT Comfy! But while you're stuck in the middle of the Yukon, mid worst rain storm in history, it works.
But here I am~Alaska! Fantastic! And ready to start writing again...
Since we parted last May so much has happened.
July 4th: I had TOO good of a time for the fourth of July. So much of a good time that I woke up the next morning naked in my bed, wearing Heather's bathrobe with a hurt ankle. If your confused, you should have seen me that next morning. This being the first time, in a long time, since I had gone out drinking with friends...I guess I was liable for one of these kind of stories.
The last thing I remembered from the night before, was being sober dancing and having a good time. After that I remember fragments of things; getting a ride from Old Man Winters on his motorcycle. Having to climb in the house window because Lacey didn't give me her house key but some other key. I also remember walking down the hallway and from there its like all the lights went out around me. And they must have because the next day, after seeing the Dr. for my ankle I was told; "Well, what I can tell you is that if you would have been sober you would have broken your ankle. It's sprained pretty bad..."
So, all in all, I guess you could say I had an explosive 4th of July.
September: Boys can be stupid, or so I re-learned in September, in many ways. But I am only go to tell you this one story, because it still makes me laugh.
On a work trip to Reno, Nevada I decided to take a large group of my volunteers dancing at the hotel club. Note: This was actually a really great club located in the hotel and I was pleasantly surprised. They even had Go-Go Dancers! Yay! So, our large group is pretty much the dance floor and were all in our 80's rock attire jamming out to the Club 40's hit's when someone else's volunteer, who I do not care for, approaches me to 'grind' with him. For anyone that doesn't know me, I do NOT like to grind. That is NOT why I go dancing. I dance because doing the dice move, the robot and the electric slide gives me a sense of purpose. Not grinding!
As he approaches me, I can see him from the corner of my eye and I quickly jump to the far side of our dancing circle. "Ah-ha!" I thought. But then like the regular douche bag of a guy he is, he try's cutting though the circle to get too me. So what do I do? I place another volunteer, female, in front of us. "Let's see you get around this!"
So, about 20 minutes later he comes up to me again, and I bypass him again. Finally he gets the hint, or so I thought, because he's dirty dancing with others girls on the floor. And I don't mean 'dirty dancing', I mean DURRTY dancing. This was beyond what you would see at a Strip Joint. But none the less I was thrilled because, it wasn't me! Yay!
But then it happened again, he came back up and I had to run off. This happens for another hour til the poor guy is getting more drunk by the minute and asks me. "Why won't you dance with me?" Now, I want you to know I was trying to be polite, but at this point I was just done so I say to him, "Because your a whore."
And with one mean look, that was that. The Dancing Douche danced around some more and left me alone. A few minutes after that the DJ came up to me and said, "I just had to give you a high-five. My friends and I were watching you run from that asshole all night and that was the best entertainment of the night. Thanks."
My best entertainment of the night was when I found out the next morning that the guy picked up a woman in the elevator. I guess he took her back to his room, had a good time, and when he got out of the shower she was gone and so was his wallet. LOL. Oh, man...karma. Karma is so precious.
Note: The guy is in the background has on a yellow tee shirt...look if you dare. If he starts crowd stalking you don't blame me!
