It's a semi-true story, believe it or not...I made up a few things and there's some I forgot....


Yeah. Seems like it could be my theme song sometimes. I can't believe I haven't found time to update this since the camping fiasco. The psycho is still not talking to me - apparently Meatstick told her that I was jealous, blah blah blah...and she doesn't remember a damn thing. Whatever.

So, went back to the cowboy bar. Ug. One of our group hit the "other side" of the bar, and came back with the news that someone she had slept with dozens of times back in the day was on the other side. Dumbass me says "ok, gimme a name - I'll bet I hit that too"..and she did...and I did. Queen Dumbass me can't let it go...I have to seek Big Daddy out. Note to self - let sleeping dogs lie, lol. So I'm chatting it up with the guy I have done some of the most off-beat wonders with, while watching his wife sing. She came off stage thinking I was a random trying to pick him up, and promptly peed on her territory's perimeter. (however, having been in compromising positions with Big Daddy..I was not terribly intimidated) Wait...just in..when I woke up, I had a missed call. Guess who? Yeah. Absolutely. And he called back an hour later. Funny that...back in the day, he wouldn't call if my house was on fire. Two calls - one day. And damn if I don't think he's hotter than 12 yards of hell still. Anyhow, he wants me to have an affair...that's as clear as it gets. Can I meet him today? How's tomorrow? How long am I at darts on Tuesday? Jesus H. Christ. Should've said no...didn't say yes...still......

He reminded me of the great times....on a car in Dana's yard...up against Walter's house....the twin's bathroom floor....sigh....good times, good times...and how we got here from there - I'll never know.....