�It�s not men who limit women, it�s not straights who limit gays, it�s not whites who limit blacks. What limits people is lack of character. What limits people is that they don�t have the fucking nerve or imagination to star in their own movie, let alone direct it.� � Tom Robbins, from his novel: Still Life With Woodpecker

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy reading this author? Almost done with this one, I�m going to have to hit up the new Borders downtown and check out the collection. I love a lot of a new good thing. Indigo Girls concert was fun, sent my family off the next morning to New York. That�s right, my mother, all three of my sisters, and my little nephew have taken off for the great right coast. There, they will show off the adorable baby, and get to meet Cindy�s new life, two baby-girl twins born to our wonderful cousin just a week or so ago.

Which means I have a house, complete with 3 TVs, three hundred channels each, a billiards room and a pool, at my disposal. I�m going to have to take a retreat. Love my family to death, but that house is so much more relaxing when I�m in it alone. Ahhh, lazy days. Too bad Pride Parade is this weekend, I really would rather take advantage of the house for a few days. But I am NOT going to miss the parade, not when a good friend of Bunny�s is Miss Gay Pride, oh no.

Hmm, so when, then? Tonight I�m going to kick it, tomorrow I�ve got class. Maybe Wednesday through Friday I�ll just stay down there and hibernate (yeah, right). Saturday night was the Vibrantly Red party at the Real House. Great costumes, wonderful turnout. It was nice to see friends I haven�t seen in awhile, nice to have something to dress up for, nice to have a theme to share. Kitty and I arrived with a handful of good-looking men in BRIGHT RED suits. Classic.

Unfortunately, due to a large number of people who were plastered and foreign to me, I found myself annoyed or imposed upon more than once in the evening. Girls fire-twirling in the streets, beautiful and entertaining, it�s what I was waiting to get a glimpse of before leaving the chaos for the evening and heading home to finish a few more chapters of Woodpecker.

Sunday (you thought I was done, didn�t you), brunch with Bunny, and then a movie (Road to Perdition) with Cabana Boy and Ollie added to our chicky-mix. Good movie. Now, a whole lot of work to do, and my boss is away for awhile (some trial lawyers convention in Atlanta). This morning, I looked at the piles on my desk, work to do, things to take care of, calendars, task lists, deadlines� I pulled my chair out, ready to sit down and get started, but there was something on it. A present (Primal Desire lotion, appropriately named: Tranquility), a gift certificate (and permission to take time during work to make the Nordstrom half-yearly sale), and a funny and appreciative note from my boss. Have I told you how much I love my job? And the people I work for? She just called to check in and we had a good laugh after a faux-spat about which one of us is cooler.

Yes, life is good. Well, mine is... it's rude to speak for everybody.

-Barbarella

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