In which there’s a totally awesome t-shirt!
Last week, VUBOQ posted a picture of his new bedazzled Storm Trooper t-shirt and I was totally all OMFGWTFBBQ!!!1! THAT IS SO BITCHIN’!!! and you know what he did?
HE SENT ME ONE!!!:
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The reason there's no booze left is because we drank it all.
In which I finally tell you all about GBM!
I’m somewhat ashamed that I only blogged twice while I was actually traveling to a blogger meet-up, but there were the issues of laptop shortages, busyness, fatigue, and inebriation and I flickred and twittered like a demon so it’s not like there wasn’t some content.
Let me say first that I love all the bloggers I met. Love them. Didn’t meet a single soul I didn’t like, but fell particularly in love with Vuboq (omg, the unrelenting Southern hospitality and the cheese grits), Hypenated Non-Identity, and I Think I Need A New Heart… though I pretty much expected to love those boys. All sweet, wonderful people.
Secondly, all of Vuboq’s friends are, to a one, lovely people. He’s an incredibly fortunate person. The pre-birthday party on Saturday night was populated by nothing but wonderful people, most of whom were excessively pretty gay men with cute jeans and cute hair and cute shoes… Since I’m essentially style-free I knew I’d be utterly outclassed, and I was. (I mean, it’s not like I don’t know I spent fifteen years in freakin’ Iowa and then moved here to hicksville.)
Thirdly, Vuboq drinks like a fish. He tried to blame it all on us, his guests, but who kept ordering pitchers of margaritas? And sangria, huh? I shall tell you: it was VUBOQ.
On Sunday we went out for Mexican food and then went to a gay bar called Cobalt where we drank cheap cocktails and didn’t dance. Ray told an hysterical story about thinking, when he was eight or so, that his mom – an undercover cop – was actually a hooker. Then Canada disappeared with a pocket gay named Billy and barely returned in time to get a ride home with the rest of us, thoroughly freaking Only Me out. When we got home from that, I poured another round and Vuboq and I sat on his bed and had a twitter war and laughed ourselves silly – I had so much fun I can’t even express it, because WHO KNEW Vuboq could, with sufficient booze in him, start doing a strange and wonderful Cartman-meets-lolcats accent?! Certainly not me. He’s just lucky I didn’t wet his damn bed.
On Saint Patrick’s Day, the actual birthday, Hyphenated left at six to make a business meeting in Pittsburgh. Hours later, Only Me made breakfast in bed for the Birthday Princess… and then we just lounged around until past three because we were all hung over. Eventually we left for DC, and we walked the Mall but didn’t go into any of the museums because we were useless and so we opted instead to go get tapas and sangria at Jaleo. (There really aren’t any words for how amazing the food is there, so I won’t bother. Suffice it to say that you should eat there the next time you’re in DC.)
We took the Metro home. Only Me went to pick up the GBM t-shirts he’d ordered, and Vuboq and I stopped at Whole Paycheck to get a few things. Then we went home and I did the dishes and then made an awesome pot of veggie chili. Tomoko and hubby, as well as SCGB, dropped in to eat with us. We killed two bottles of wine.
Today I got up at ten to six, dressed, and then took a bus, two trains, another bus, three planes, and a car. I was home by 6:35. I’ve blogged and uploaded photos and now I’m going to pass the hell out because I have to work tomorrow.
The Never-ending Birthday Celebration
In which I can’t believe no one took off their pants.
Vuboq’s birthday party was a resounding success. There were twenty-five in attendance and between us we drank five litres of vodka, a fifth of rum, and half a bottle of tequila.
The most amazing part to me was that no one got loud, no one drove anything with an internal combustion engine or shot off a gun, and no one took off their pants. Vuboq’s friends are all refined, well-traveled, educated, and totally great at totally tanking without getting obnoxious.
I really enjoyed everyone I met – Vuboq is blessed with amazing friends. The conversations were fun and interesting (I even had a great talk with M. about Amma – he’d been to India and had met a hugging sadhu in a temple), the people were all beautiful, and the birthday cake? Was homemade and gorgeous.
I laughed a lot and talked a lot and got hugged a lot. If I’d had time to write about it yesterday I’d now be relating charming anecdotes in detail, but I opted instead for a nap yesterday afternoon and both of the laptops were getting heavy use anyway with five us here all needing to check email, bank accounts, and blogs on the Internet. (I didn’t bother to bring my laptop because I figured there’d be several here, but Jake didn’t bring one and Jay’s grounded Australian plug won’t fit in the adapter so he can’t use his at all so there’s only two.)
…I was about to relate last night’s events, but the Birthday Girl just told me to get a move on. We’re going to the mall to wander, and the weather’s gorgeous.
A Totally Shallow Post!
In which I’m ramping up for GBM.
As you know, I’m flying to DC over the weekend of St Pat’s for GBM. I’ve been trying to decide what to wear, which is problematic because all of my clothes are old and worn out and crappy, or they’re hand-me-downs that don’t really fit, or I’m just plain old feeling fat.
Then there’s the seasonal issue. I am always and forever traveling at season change, so I feel like I have to bring clothes for both warm and cold weather and I end up over-packing and still having nothing to wear.
So I’ve decided to give up entirely on the idea of dressing well since it’s so far out of my reach, and have made a hair appointment. Right now I’m growing out the red dye I’d used last year, and have unappealing roots of mousy brown shot with gray (because apparently I’ve become old in the past six months). I’m getting a trim and some foil highlights.
I was thinking about getting a real hair cut – like a new style and everything – but I’ve never been to this particular stylist before and don’t want to end up with something awful 48 hours before leaving for vacation.
I’m gonna be doing laundry and pre-packing this weekend. I’m so excited to be going to DC! It’s almost like having a real life.
In other news, my terrible cold has abated and I feel nearly human again. My room is still a mess and I still have no social life, my dog is still fat, I still have no car, and I’m still in debt up to my eyebrows… but at least I’m not deathly ill. One of these days I might even write an interesting post.
Well, doesn't THIS suck.
In which time is not on my side.
When I first decided to go to GBM, I checked kayak.com for flight prices. It was $408 round-trip, including taxes. I didn’t buy because first I had to submit my time off request at work.
At the 6-week pre-travel mark the price for the very same flights went up to $438, and was still there yesterday.
I would have booked my flight yesterday when I got my time-off request approved, but Java had crashed on my machine so I couldn’t navigate the Alaska Airlines site and I was too busy to reboot.
Today I went to book my flight, and in the past 24 hours the very same itinerary has gone up to $602. Crap.
Looks like I’ll be altering my travel dates to March 14-18. Because I ain’t paying no six hundred dollars for airfare.