Ha Ha Ha Bless Your Soul...

You really think you're in control.

First let me say that I don't think the horoscope was right about meeting someone on or around Oct. 7.

Otherwise, a very good weekend. The Lake was awesome. Got to reconnect with an old, old friend. Great wine (amazing Pinots from Oregon) , catching up.

Last night - the babysitter was a hit! Finally found somebody who I think will work out great. And I found a lawn guy too. Things are looking good. My bank account will suffer but I'll have more free time.

So RS you missed a night on the town. I hope you and Agador Spartacus are actually spending some time OUTSIDE of the Four Seasons. Toronto is incredible.

I'll summarize what you missed:

• Girls part of the evening at Red Room - four of us, tapas, red bull and vodka
• Hotness' bf joined us out to barhop at some point later
• Spent some time at the Dirty and, coincidentally, saw the Big-mouthed Troll, out with a posse of one thick girl and one dorky guy. Worried that HMcH would actually walk in to join them, but this did not happen. The Troll was wearing a leather coat(WW II bomber style...shit, remember those? It was so unattractively retro I had to look twice) and jeans and some shirt from the Gap...she dressed very 1987-1988, a la that style of girls not looking like girls and everything was bigger/bulkier. We all felt bad for her for about 3 seconds for her fashion lapse in judgment (a lot of skin showing last night at every bar, in spite of the weather) til we remembered what a pain in the ass she is and we got back to actually watching hot people.

Side note. The Big Mouthed Troll could really use Garanimals for Adults - otherwise known as Banana Republic. They should come up with tags that correspond to different clothing scenarios for the fashion impaired (who all seem to work at our company): Match the Zebra tags for outfits to wear when going to a dance club. Lion is for weddings and church. Cheetah is everyday corporate. Black panther tags for ad agency. Capybara gets you set for Saturday football game, Friday night hockey game, brewpub or Sunday brunch. All their overpriced belts and accessories could be tagged as well. I swear this would help America look better overall. This and if most people stopped eating for several months. But I digress...

• Got to send a very cute, tall 28-year old Air Force pilot (C-17s, the big planes) with a nice ass packing just because I could...and that was after I told him I spend my spare time as a porn star. I had fun with this! I do have to give him kudos for the joke about the solo mile high club...but he's 28. Ugh. A minefield of issues just with his age alone. Plus, as I watched and listened to him, I just wasn't into it. I should have been. He had it all going on -wit, confidence, intelligence, well-traveled, nice face -there was no excuse I could make about him. But, again, I wasn't into it at all just because he wasn't somebody else. 'Nuff said. His opening line when he came up to me? "Nice Boots." What did I hear, as we all know I am as deaf as an Aerosmith roadie? Yeah...think about that for a sec. I had to ask him to repeat that three times to make sure that was indeed a 't' he was enunciating.

Oh, and I like leaving a bar together with G and Hotness and hearing people say as you walk by please DON'T go.

We have next weekend to revisit anything we did last night, should you and Agador want to venture beyond the bedroom. I know its tough. I remember those days. I could have stayed in bed for months (should have - wish I had done more of that than I did) so enjoy this time!

And we are game on for your party - the babysitter is booked.

Off to sunny Flaaaahhhhrida.