Yesterday was the presidential inauguration of Barack Obama. I don't think so many people have watched the inauguration since they started airing it on TV. And I know that this was the largest crowd of people to go to the inauguration- 2 million plus. For a country that thinks of the political process as only slightly more tolerable than a root canal, this was amazing. Now unless you've been living under a rock, you've been hearing about the historic nature of this election non-stop. And given that my blog is mostly about booty calls and making out with strangers, using this space to talk about politics seems as out of place as Dame Edna being the keynote speaker at The Evangelical Ministers Assembly.
But I just wanted to say that I was happy to see so many Americans actually care about our political system. Our general apathy has allowed at lot of poor decisions to be made on our behalf. Being a person of color with low level hippie parents, I've always been interested in politics. Thankfully not in a way that is annoying. Although if you're leanings aren't more to the left, I'll be forced to tell you "You are wrong" repeatedly and it could be a deal breaker on our friendship. But if there is one thing that I'd like everyone to take away from yesterday it is President Obama's call to action ". . .Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America."
Everyone, even this easy, breezy girl has some work to do. Let's get started.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Happy New Year- it could have been better
Let me start by saying Happy New Year to all of the readers of this blog and people who wound up here by mistake. I know it's pretty late in the month for New Year's wishes but you know what I say- "Better late than pregnant!". Actually I can't take all of the credit for that phrase; I first heard Blanche on the Golden Girls say it and it made so much sense I started using it.
As I mention in my last entry of '08, I'm not really big on doing things on NYE. But this NYE, I was looking forward to making out with Terry and bringing in the year with a bang. Well since it's with Terry, a pseudo-bang. Unfortunately even that didn't happen.
During NYE day, I was talking to my sister about what she was going to be doing that night. She didn't have any plans and was trying to find out what my plans were. As the day wore on, it became apparent that none of her friends were going to invite her over and it didn't look like she'd be getting an NYE booty call either. Terry was supposed to come to my house but about an hour before he's supposed to come over, he calls and asks if I can come to his house. He tells me that he's had 3 beers, has a busted tail light and is worried about having to drive to my house. Now I understand his concern about driving on NYE, they tend to have check points everywhere and stop people for anything. But what the fuck?! You knew you were supposed to come over, why were you drinking? Why not come over and drink at my house. While this conversation is going on, my sister is busy getting drunk at her house and still doesn't have anywhere to go except to my house.
I kind of didn't want her to come over. She was already drunk and therefore, annoying. On top of that, I was looking forward to some inappropriate touching with Terry. And that couldn't happen if my sister was over. Now even though I'm a non-practicing Catholic, I still suffer from Catholic Guilt. So there I was stewing in my guilt, trying to figure out if I was going to invite my sister over or try to get some NYE action. In order to figure out what to do, I started texting my other sisters. And to my surprise, they all say "invite her over". As a matter of fact, my sister who likes her the least told me that it would be the shitty thing I could do if I didn't invite her over. So guilt won out and I invited my sister over to my house. I then called Terry and told him that I couldn't leave my sister alone, drunk and sad on NYE. Naturally he was pissed. And so was I. This was the first time in years that I had someone to make out with on NYE. I always make out with someone on NYE but they're usually complete strangers. I didn't want to tell anyone but I was really looking forward to kissing Terry on NYE. Embarrassing yes but I was looking forward to it anyway.
Fast forward to 11:55pm. I get up to get the champagne and glasses and look over at my couch and guess who is passed out. My sister. She could have slept on her own couch at home! She woke up when I started moving around but I couldn't have been more pissed. I shouldn't have been surprised but I thought for sure she'd at least stay awake since she knew I had cancelled on Terry. Combine her being asleep with Terry sending me pissy text messages all night about cancelling on him. It wasn't what I had planned but I should have known that it wouldn't work out. Family always seems to ruin the best laid plans.
So here's hoping that '09 is better than '08 or at least as good.
As I mention in my last entry of '08, I'm not really big on doing things on NYE. But this NYE, I was looking forward to making out with Terry and bringing in the year with a bang. Well since it's with Terry, a pseudo-bang. Unfortunately even that didn't happen.
During NYE day, I was talking to my sister about what she was going to be doing that night. She didn't have any plans and was trying to find out what my plans were. As the day wore on, it became apparent that none of her friends were going to invite her over and it didn't look like she'd be getting an NYE booty call either. Terry was supposed to come to my house but about an hour before he's supposed to come over, he calls and asks if I can come to his house. He tells me that he's had 3 beers, has a busted tail light and is worried about having to drive to my house. Now I understand his concern about driving on NYE, they tend to have check points everywhere and stop people for anything. But what the fuck?! You knew you were supposed to come over, why were you drinking? Why not come over and drink at my house. While this conversation is going on, my sister is busy getting drunk at her house and still doesn't have anywhere to go except to my house.
I kind of didn't want her to come over. She was already drunk and therefore, annoying. On top of that, I was looking forward to some inappropriate touching with Terry. And that couldn't happen if my sister was over. Now even though I'm a non-practicing Catholic, I still suffer from Catholic Guilt. So there I was stewing in my guilt, trying to figure out if I was going to invite my sister over or try to get some NYE action. In order to figure out what to do, I started texting my other sisters. And to my surprise, they all say "invite her over". As a matter of fact, my sister who likes her the least told me that it would be the shitty thing I could do if I didn't invite her over. So guilt won out and I invited my sister over to my house. I then called Terry and told him that I couldn't leave my sister alone, drunk and sad on NYE. Naturally he was pissed. And so was I. This was the first time in years that I had someone to make out with on NYE. I always make out with someone on NYE but they're usually complete strangers. I didn't want to tell anyone but I was really looking forward to kissing Terry on NYE. Embarrassing yes but I was looking forward to it anyway.
Fast forward to 11:55pm. I get up to get the champagne and glasses and look over at my couch and guess who is passed out. My sister. She could have slept on her own couch at home! She woke up when I started moving around but I couldn't have been more pissed. I shouldn't have been surprised but I thought for sure she'd at least stay awake since she knew I had cancelled on Terry. Combine her being asleep with Terry sending me pissy text messages all night about cancelling on him. It wasn't what I had planned but I should have known that it wouldn't work out. Family always seems to ruin the best laid plans.
So here's hoping that '09 is better than '08 or at least as good.
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