Before I get into today's post, I wanted to cover a few housekeeping topics.
First of all, thank you for all the comments and emails lately. I love how interactive this site is becoming and I love getting to know all of you through your input. The Torturer has been laid up for a few days. (He's fine – no worries!) He will be torturing me today, but I won't be interviewing him until tomorrow. He has requested lots of alcohol for the interview process. I will post the interview either on Wednesday or Thursday of this week depending on how long it takes to completely rewrite compile his responses.
Secondly, several of you have given me awards and/or tagged me with memes over the last few months. I am so honored to be thought of and I love you. I am also a total flake when it comes to both awards and memes and I am hopelessly behind. In fact, I'm so far behind in posting about them I am embarrassed to post any now because I'm afraid I will forget one, offend someone, etc. I appreciate it so much every time you honor me or this website in any manner. Thank you and please forgive me for my flakiness in this area of blogging. At some point I will either get caught up or completely give up.
Finally, I have a lot going on right now on the legal front. My trial date is looming about one week in front of me. It is occupying an inordinate amount of my time and stressing me out. I am very behind on responding to emails and on visiting the blogs of many friends. I hope to be caught up soon. There just haven't been enough hours in each day to get everything done that I'd like to.
OK, so now you've heard all my excuses and blah, blah, blah disclaimers. Are you still there? Or have you fallen asleep?
My friend Nike has a new job. She is working in a fabulous, cute, amazing, little furniture boutique a couple days each week. This is incredibly lucky for me. Remember last week when I mentioned my half finished house? Well, Nike apparently has been mentally picking out pieces of furniture she feels would be "perfect" for my house while she's working. I stopped into her shop to visit her on Friday and walked out with a much needed coffee room table for my living room. How did that happen? Now I can scratch one item off my house to-do list.
There's a fun restaurant near Nike's shop and we agreed to meet there for a glass of wine once she got off work. We enjoy going to this particular restaurant because they have a large outdoor porch and it is a fun, casual place to hang out on warm evenings. (We still have hot weather here.) Nike showed up with three friends who also work in the same boutique. As it turns out, they are wonderful, warm, real women. You know, as opposed to fake, superficial, plastic women which are a dime a dozen around here.
I arrived sporting a little cleavage and Nike commented she was surprised because she doesn't see "them, I mean it" very often from me. (T-shirts don't show a lot of cleavage now do they?)
I had so much fun meeting Nike's friends. Nike ordered a glass bottle couple bottles of wine. We sat outdoors in the warm air with a nice, balmy, breeze blowing while we drank our wine. It's a bit of a blur but one of the ladies made an array of appetizers appear somewhere along the line. (Have I told you I get drunk if I have more than one glass?!)
Nike told my new friends about Twenty Four at Heart and they began sharing funny Orange County stories with me. These women were a kick. They had me in stitches with accounts of Swingers and Stepford Wives. I can't wait to hear more of their great stories. We even talked about trying to infiltrate the Money Town Swingers group just long enough to get a few photos for blogging purposes. If we do? Those pictures would be of fully dressed Swingers and we would not stay long enough to see otherwise. Just in case you're wondering …
By the way, if I do go undercover and all of a sudden go missing? Tell the police to "wear white" and show up at local bars to find me. That's how the Swingers identify each other in the bars. It's called "Wear White Thursday." Creative people, aren't they?
Eventually the evening ended. Nike and I needed a little alone time to get caught up so we made one more stop on our way home. We went to a bar just outside of Money Town for one more (ugh!) glass of wine. Can we all stop and spell h-a-n-g-o-v-e-r?
By this time the bar-flies were out in full force. Nike and I were buzzed enough to whip out my camera. We wanted to capture our favorite female and favorite male at the bar. Everyone was drunk enough to not even notice the flash going off.
This cougar woman won our award for best ho outfit of the night. We got the impression she was out on the hunt for some serious action. And yes, those are diamonds around her ankle. This is, after all, Money Town.
In contrast, there was a man at the bar who was a stunning example of Money Town trash. He was out on the hunt too. He thought this classy t-shirt would help him get lucky with the Money Town ladies.
What do you think ladies? Doesn't that just make you want to go home with him? It just gets me hot when guys dress like that. He might be a multi-millionaire. Money, however, can't buy class. Really, who buys this shirt? And then wears it out to bars to pick up on women?
Nike was trying to take his picture without him noticing. She decided she would "pretend" to be taking mine and really focus on him. The problem is Nike was a little drunk. When I got home and wanted to see the pictures of Mr. Classy, instead I found several shots like this one.
And now you know what a slightly drunk Twenty Four At Heart looks like.