Be warned, this may devolve into one of my recurrent whines. Which is kinda funny, actually, because tonight I'm going to a wine tasting. A Big Gay Wine Tasting. These kind of events freak me out, not because I don't know anything much about wine (there are always plenty of folks eager to display their skillz), but because I put TOO MUCH THOUGHT into them. Remember how I'm bored and kinda lonely? I had cultivated a lovely group of friends, who, no surprise (actually, with one of them, it was a bit of a surprise...let's just say he's got a skeleton, only he's keeping it in my closet), all fell into marriage and breeding and now, credit to my lack of interest in PeeWee Hockey or who that little bitch Savannah left off her birthday party invite list, there's not much left to discuss. Anyway, I know that I need to meet new people. My people people. So go meet them, right? I'm not looking to move in with some dude tonight and, like, adopt a dog together from the shelter on the way home. Intellectually, I know this, but emotionally I'm tense and then conversation is forced and stilted and....ughhh! But I'm going.
Thinking it'd take the edge off, I came within a hair's breadth of scheduling some spa treatment for this afternoon (maybe that back exfoliating/wrap thing I've been dreaming about)(now that the fungus is no longer amongus), but glory be I've been hemorrhaging money lately, so I think I'll workout and then grab my book and find some cozy nook in a coffee shop (preferably with a fireplace) instead. I will dash into the salon for the Aveda re-stock (Control Paste, Hand Relief and Lip Saver), but that's it!
I should just RELAX, right? The wine tasting benefits a good cause (ARC Ohio) and who knows, maybe I'll bump into a queer or hag at the buffet and we'll both be humming showtunes. Heh. What are the odds of that?