Yay! Free ride to work. Except that I can't be sure it didn't come from the pockets of the clothes I was laundering.
Is my glass half full, half empty, or destined to be the glass at a Jewish wedding ceremony? I dunno...
I got stood up for a second time by The Beautiful Boy. We were supposed to see a movie on Saturday. I think he must have wound up in an emergency room somewhere, without access to a telephone. Perhaps he was abducted by aliens. All I know is that I was left to fend for myself on Saturday, which meant that I channelled all of my waiting-by-the-phone angst into cleaning.
(He called me out of the blue a week ago, apologizing for bailing on our second date. He offered up a pretty good explanation, and said he'd really like to see me again. He wanted us to get to know each other better, and I agreed to that. He suggested a movie.)
Invertebrates learn faster than I do. Seriously.
I literally laughed my ass off watching Sunday's episode of American Dad. In Lincoln Lover, Stan learns yet another life lesson: this one about the gays. He joins the Log Cabin Republicans. Some of the high points:
- the Langley LCR chapter throws an impromptu party featuring a new cocktail. The drink inspires Roger to ask, "what's in it, and how can I replace all of my blood with it?"
- during the party, a musical number breaks out (as it so often does with us gays). A sample lyric: "we like packing fudge... and heat!" (visual: a box of fudge, with a gun laid on top)
- it's revealed that Stan's gay neighbours drive Saabs--one with a "PITCHER" vanity plate; the other with "CATCHER"