As I got very little sleep and am still mourning the Suns’ loss last night, I was not going to post today and instead try to have a low-key day if that’s possible around here but first guilt and then the need to keep you all informed induced me to move my big fat ass from one place to another.
We actually had a very nice time at the game. Since this was a business schmooze-fest, we had a “suite” stocked with beverages of all kinds, munchies, and real food (vegetarian and turkey wraps, hot dogs, veggies, and Buffalo wings). I behaved until the final quarter (drink a beer, drink a bottled water, repeat) when those dirty-pool-playing Spurs just pounced on us. We had been ahead the entire game, at times with an over ten point lead. The Spurs are a very mean basketball team and I couldn’t help it if my anger got the best of me and I happened to yell God F**king Damnit in their general direction. No one seemed to notice or even mind except David the Husband who gave me “the stern look” and basted on me as we left the game about it. Oh, well, he knows me and realizes I feel things stronger than the average bear. As he has stayed married to me for 20 years and one day, it can’t bother him too awful much. (However, I do have a feeling that I might not get invited to any more schmooze fests. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.)
Speaking of years of conjugal bliss, Melanie wanted to know how David and I met. The short answer (too tired for long one) is that I was attending college at UNC Wilmington and renting a house by the ocean with two surfer dudes. David was a paratrooper in the 82nd Airborne stationed at Ft Bragg, NC and, as he was a San Diego born and bred surfer dude, would drive down to Wrightsville Beach on weekends to ride the waves. On one of those weekends, he met my roommates in the water and they invited him over. I had just gone clothes shopping and bought a grey leather miniskirt which I, influenced by the Fates, walked out to model for my roommates just as he walked up. The rest is history.
What else is history is my old email address. After attempting to change my email address everywhere important, though I am sure I have missed a few places, and giving it a week or so, I cancelled my Hughesnet account just minutes ago. I updated the link on the blog but those of you who have just been emailing me from a saved address need to change it to davenlar@desertinet.com.
Excuse me now as I once again relocate my BFA. Between my fatigue and the spider who is crawling around my desk and freaking me out (I forgot spiders, tarantulas, black widows, and brown recluses, and scorpions of many different species the other day when I mentioned the things that can kill you here), I must be going now. LOVE.
Awww...I like that story. (Thanks for indulging me.)
And we were yelling God F**king Damnit right along with you. Although given the distance, I am SURE no one heard us.
Big Steve Nash fans in this household.
Posted by: melanie | May 17, 2007 at 05:59 PM