Alex me some Comfort

(say it out loud...)

Nothing says “Happy Monday Morning” like standing in the shower at 5am puking your brains out… followed by the need to pull your car over on the side of the road on your way to work to puke them out some more… then through the morning hours trying to get your deadline met whilst you run to the bathroom to puke even the 7up… the only thing you thought you could keep down… well, up.

I have been ill this entire last weekend. Friday work was left early so I could retire to my bed, which I only got out of long enough to do two things on Saturday. I went to the bookstore with LaLo (I really am a seceret wannabe nerd, regardless of how I scored on the exam…).

"93% scored higher (more nerdy), and
7% scored lower (less nerdy).

What does this mean? Your nerdiness is:

Definitely not nerdy, you are probably cool."

Whatev.... is all I can say to that...

I also reorganized the mess that LaLo called a closet while she and her boyfriend, SB, were out on their "Hot Date" night. I am a loud and proud clothes fanatic… but really how can you even get dressed if your closet is a cluster-fuck of random WIRE?!?! hangers shoved wherever you please. Organization is needed, by type of clothing… tank, short sleeved, long sleeved… and then further by color… I can’t fathom being able to even get dressed without that simple orderliness.

Sunday I was sick of bed, so I crawled out knowing that there was only one healer for me. Sunday Brunch. When I went down to meet up with LaLo and SB, LaLo handed me a beer, “Have you had your morning beer yet?” I took it, but told her I was taking it easy… I still had to finish my work that I couldn’t bring myself to look at on Saturday. She looked at me and laughed.

A couple-bottle-champagne-brunch was followed by a couple-bottle-wine-lunch was followed by a trip to the neighborhood sex shop. The town in which I live in is known for the ocean, the art, and the Gay Men. I never really thought about this one way or the other (I mean I love gay men and they love me…) until I went to the one sex shop that we have in town, in the heart of the pink triangle.

I decided I needed Liquid Latex (as I have never retrieved mine from The Man) and was shocked to find out that Rainbow Willie behind the counter didn’t even know what Liquid Latex was. I then decided that I should see his vibrator selection. They. Didn’t. Have. The. Rabbit.

I proceeded to give detailed reasons as to why women need the rabbit, as with us it's all clit stimulation… blah blah blah (I am sure that Rainbow Willie wanted nothing more on a Sunday afternoon than to hear detailed accounts of female genitalia explained to him by a Drunk OCG… most likely with full hand gestures and perhaps even some sounds thrown in… I like my men to be informed, regardless if they never plan on seeing any puh ever again in their life.)

I left with two new purchases, The Heart Throb for LaLo and The Dolphin for me. What can I say? I like to give the gift that keeps on givin’… We went home, and I went upstairs to my house to try this new purchase…

I was left… unsatisfied… although looking back on it, I may have only tried for about a minute, as I was in the mood to be social… so I went back downstairs to LaLo’s, shared my grievances to her and (apparently) anyone I could reach on the phone… then while still on the phone (again apparently) we opened her new Heart Throb and each took turns placing it down the front of our panties, while the other controlled the velocity and speed…

Good times…

Of course all of this was forgotten momentarily as I struggled to open my eyes this morning, accidentally grabbing a sample tube o’ lube on my nightstand as I attempted to begin the morning ritual that is the beating of my alarm clock. Ah yes, The Joy of S... unday…

My ill tummy, however, proved to be far more motivating than any morning song, so I was up bright and early losing any of the calories I may have ingested yesterday and scrambling to work to meet the deadline, that I somehow didn’t get around to yesterday…