The drama free zone seemed to work! Woot!

Dear Drama,

I would like to thank you for taking the weekend off – or at least not coming down and joining us on our camping trip in a major way. I really appreciate that.

Thanks,

Klassy and Friends

Yes, all in all it was a drama free weekend, which was a good thing. Considering I started out the weekend in a mood (still not sure why), I don’t think I would have handled all sorts of drama well. (Though this weekend was an eye opener in that I think I know who passed along my blog. It wasn’t who I originally thought, but it makes sense now. Thanks for that.) Lots of drinking, fun, dancing, drinking was had and even a wedding! I know at some point on both Friday and Saturday nights I toasted to this being a “No Bad Decisions Revolution” – and I stuck to that.  Woot! Was interrogated about K (a fair few of the people there are friends of mine on FB) and asked why he wasn’t there, promises were made to bring him down to meet some of my friends down that way at some point. Heh.

A great weekend had, can’t wait to do it again next year! Thanks to all the peeps who worked so hard to put it on (and kept the assholes from joining us)… Love you all! xo

Caution: Drama-Free Zone

Dear Drama,

Please to stay away this weekend… or at least, stay away from me and my friends. I am officially declaring the area surrounding at least 5 tents a Drama-Free Zone. However, you mess with my friends, you will regret it. We all look forward to this weekend and will not have it ruined by your stupid, idiotic drama.

Thank you in advance,

Klassy and Friends

Perhaps the universe is trying to tell me something?

Honestly? I'm back for 20 minutes and I see this?

Dear Universe,

Are you trying to tell me something and just hitting me over the head with the hints/clues? Really? Is that necessary?

I had been back in town from Carlisle all of about 20 minutes when I saw this. I was on the parkway and decided that while I was out and about already to run a couple of errands and get a late lunch at Pentagon City. So, I hit the mall and no sooner had I walked in that I saw this banner wrapped around the elevator shaft. All I could do was laugh and wonder if the universe is really telling me something.

So, yes, you might be able to tell that the weekend went really well. Aside from a little pouty-ness from me on Sunday (while K was still away at his tournament, which was totally just me blowing shit out of proportion), the time we got to spend together – and the time I got to spend on my own exploring the Carlisle Historical District was great. I got to see two of my favorite people get married in one of the most beautiful ceremonies and had lots of fun at the reception!

K wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t have a lot of “stuff.” He doesn’t. Not at his place, at least. It’s a gorgeous apartment, if a little small, with outdated, but comfy furniture… though from his description, I thought it’d be a lot less furnished than it was. Definitely less stuff than I have – and no cats to shed on everything and everybody – but really nice.

With the time we had apart with his disc golf tournament and my heading to the wedding, I got to have what I’ve needed for a while: some quiet time. I love just wandering around, exploring new places, but I also got to have some quality knitting time, catch up on some podcasts and most importantly, relax. I don’t think I’ve been this relaxed in awhile – it’s a good feeling.

I definitely didn’t want to leave this morning, but since I have a job and life here, it was necessary. (Plus that whole him having to work today thing.)

It’s a little hard to unpack

… when you have a cat that has claimed your full suitcase as his napping spot. I’ll be able to unpack eventually, right?

And this is why packing is so hard

Something tells me that George isn’t happy with my going somewhere…

And this is why packing is so hard

Something tells me that George isn’t happy with my going somewhere…

Travelling and Snow Patrol

Well, in a few hours I’m off to London and to say that I’m excited is quite an understatement! The bag is packed, the knitting is stored in the carry-on (along with the books and the iPod), the cameras are in their places, the packing list is all checked off. So, tell me why I’ve got the feeling that I’m completely forgetting something? I mean, the car is cleaned out, the phone is charged – all I can think of is figuring out the least congested route to Dulles… not that that is going to be easy, mind you. LOL. This nervous excitement is driving me crazy!

I am SO looking forward to this. I haven’t had a real vacay in years. I know, I’ve said that before, but it’s true. In the two years I’ve been at my job, I haven’t been away for more than a week at a time. Even when I headed out to LA last winter, I was only gone for 4 days. I already know there will be some seperation anxiety for me, lol.

Anyhoo, I was offered a great break from all of the working/packing/travel prep on Sunday. Lara called me up to see if I wanted to take in the sold out Snow Patrol show at the 9:30 Club… I don’t think even a second went by before I said "yes!" Ummm, one thing that I forgot about is that I’m not in my early 20s anymore – and the doors opened at 10pm, with Snow Patrol going on around 11.45. I’m not gonna lie – I was yawning on the way down there and wasn’t quite sure if I’d make it through. I’m so glad I went though… I had so much fun! While the name of the opening band escapes me right now, they were great – and Snow Patrol was freakin’ incredible! So, in keeping with the whole pretending that I was 21 again, I didn’t get home until after 3am! *sigh* The whole night was a blast – it was such a nice night so Lara and I decided to crank up the seatwarmers in her car and put the top down… unfortunately, on the way home it started to rain. Not just sprinkly rain, but hard rain. Luckily we were moving so fast that we didn’t get too drenched – until we stopped to put the top up. LMAO! As Lara just got back from Paris, she gave me a bunch of tips on places Dani and I need to visit and eat at. We took lots of pictures – Lara for work and me for blog fodder – so many that people were asking if we were huge fans. I’m posting the pictures up after the bump! (It’s gonna be a hell of a long, picture heavy post!)

FOUR.FREAKIN.DAYS.

Four days. That’s all I have left before I get on a plane and head to London. And Paris. Four days before my brand-new passport gets some stamps and can no longer be considered brand-new. Four days. I might be getting a bit excited about this, can you tell?

This will be my first trip outside of the US in any way, shape, or form. I’ve never been to Canada (that’s just Northern US, right?) or Mexico (well, I’ve been to Northern Mexico… oh, no, wait, that was Southern California). I’ve never been to Hawaii, I’ve never been to the Caribbean. My first trip is going to be to a couple places I have dreamed of going since I was a little kid. How freakin’ cool is that? I’m so excited that I don’t even care that weather.com is predicting rain in London every single day that I’m there.

Of course, that does present a bit of an issue as to what to pack. I’m waiting for the Packing List Queen to forward me her list and I can customize it from there. Dani, where’s my list?????

Just a bit of rambling…

Okay, I know I have a weird fascination with Playboy, Hugh Hefner, and the history of the company (really, can anything other than a fascination with Playboy explain my love of The Girls Next Door?) – but who in the hell sold my name and address to the Playboy catalog? While I have a fascination, I don’t want to subscribe or get a shopping manual… LOL! (I admit, it has provided an hour or so of laughter while looking at it…) I’ve always said if I had the body for Playboy, I’d do it in an instant… I however don’t. LMAO!

My best friend and I are like sisters. I’m closer to her than I am my own sister – and our parents have always thought of us as their "other daughters" (her dad once asked if he could claim me as a deduction since I was over at their place often enough, lol). So when she got married and then pregnant, the pressure was off of me to find "Mr. Right" and procreate… which I couldn’t have been happier with. (Don’t get me wrong – I love kids, I’m pretty good with them… She’s even asked me to be her son’s Godmother! I just don’t want any of my own right now.) So, will someone tell me why my mother decided to, in the same breath, both tell me that I am a major fuck-up and will never give her grandkids? I know, she was in a mood, but Jesus Christ! You would think she would have figured by now that I am not academically inclined – I loved college, but was never motivated enough to finish anything. Which would be why I never finished. *roll eyes* And on the get married and have kids front? Well, using my family as an example, I think I’m much safer the way I am. Yes, I am the only non-pregnant/unmarried grandchild/great-grandchild in the family. (For reals.) I’m happy that way. If I meet the right guy, will I say no just to be contrary. No! But for fuck’s sake, let me just be me!

On the boy front: I hung out with some of the girls on New Years and ran into that guy, D2, at the bar we ended up at. On a second meeting, my opinion: what-the-fuck-ever. Let me give you some advice, D2: telling me how great your old car was at drunk driving in Colorado DOES NOT impress me. Also, hitting on me and some other chick at the same time, not impressive at all. It just made me think of B. Who I promptly texted at midnight. Who texted me back almost 3 hours later when it was almost midnight for him. Which made me think about moving heaven and earth to see him. Which I did. So I am heading out there in a mere 24 days – and he seems excited about it. Which makes me happy, v.v. happy. B is all proud of himself that he got me to relax enough to "play" on the phone… red wine works wonders, lol. There are times when I think that B and I are on the same page, then others where I wonder what the page I want to be on is… Trust me, I am not leaving LA without knowing what the page is. I mean, I’d like to know if I flew all the way across the country for a fuckation (you have got to read the post!) or for possibly more… wouldn’t you? (I will say that there are times when I wonder if he’s found this blog and read this post – go down to the "eight things" part of the meme – b/c if he hasn’t, he’s really attuned to me! Which means he’s a definite keeper!)

An update on the R situation (yes, I know, from way back when…): I was feeling quite charitable at the holidays and sent him an email from my new email addy just wishing him well and telling him that it was just too bad that things didn’t work between us, but hey, that’s life, right? Yes, I know, that was a hell of a lot more than he deserved. So, for some weird reason, I get the urge to check his account last night (don’t crucify me!) and see that he’s either read and deleted or just deleted my last email. Which I found hysterically funny. I think it’s strange that I wanted to do that, however, it has provided one thing: absolute closure. I knew that he didn’t give a shit before and now know it absolutely. I think what amuses me most is how I feel about it all: I think it’s funny. Is that strange? I don’t think that I have much of a feeling of loss b/c I mourned this so much so long ago… that and that I have a guy who is v.v. interested in me. That always helps.