Okay, so I didn't write last night like I said. I had other priorities. Mondays are Lathen's night off, so we generally spend them together. --I realize I've been referring to Lathen saying "my boyfriend". I guess I should use his name; such a neat name, don't ya think?-- We had dinner at Spaghetti Works and as we left the restaurant, the sky contained the most amazing colors; some areas were a kind of a greenish pink if that makes any sense. Lathen said it looked like hail. The sky was dark blue-grey in other areas, yet the sun was still shining in others. I was amazed at the intensity of the colors. The hue of the normally dull stone buildings seemed bright and intense. I love walking downtown at dusk. absorb. We then drove around looking at houses. We have just entered the great American house hunt. I've dreamed of living in my very own house for so long and financially and we're now finally able to do it. I'm so excited!!! As we drove around, the big, dark clouds kept their promise and a massive downpour fell upon us. Raindrops as big as marbles, it seemed and yes, a few small hail drops fell, just as Lathen predicted. I felt kind of cozy driving around in that weather and I told Lathen that. I truly appreciated the uniqueness of that particular moment. absorb.

I've made another realization. . . I've failed to disclose the events of Saturday night's bachelorette party. It was your typical gathering of young women, no longer single and eager for a night to let loose and party. I made (strong) Elk Creeks for all and there was, of course, plenty of beer and wine coolers. It was a pretty hot day, but the party didn't get started until about 6:00, at that time, the weather was tolerable. We sat around outside for awhile chatting, reminiscing, etc. I have to say that Sharla has a great group of friends. None of the superficialness you usually have to put up with during pre-wedding festivities. I can honestly say that I truly like the whole wedding party. So after we ate, and witnessed the opening of gifts and breaking of the symbolic penis piniata, we were off to the bars of downtown Lincoln. Sharla wearing a beautiful penis corsage with matching dangling penis earrings, and the rest of us in colorful leis (i think i spelled that right?) worn by all to be sold to any and all willing boys and/or men for a buck apiece; hence the key phrase of the night "would you like to get laid for a buck?" - get it? At first I was a bit too shy and undrunk to put my true lei saleswoman skills to the test. I don't handle rejection very well. squeeze. But as the night wore on I began to 'work it'. Between the 9 of us, we made about $125.00. Not bad. I had reserved Molley the Trolley to pick us up at 1:00 a.m. after the bars closed, but alas, she never showed. A scheduling error it turns out. My refund check is in the mail, but disappointment abounds. I was so looking forward to that part of the evening. squeeze. As we were waiting with hope for the Trolley at 1:15 on the street corner, I am grabbed from behind by my brother in law. I knew he had gone to the races with Lathen that evening so I exclaimed "where's Lathen?!" He points to the building behind me, (it just so happens to be the building which houses Sandy's) and there he is, leaning against the wall, looking so handsome. I was so excited to see him. He ended up staying there with us waiting for the Trolley that never showed. Such a nice guy. Soooooooooooo, it was a great evening all-in-all. I loved going out with Sharla and the girls, drinking and acting crazy. We danced, sang, sold the hell out of our leis and generally made complete fools out of ourselves. I felt 22 again with one exception .. the next day I felt like hell. The age 22 is a good reference point for me because it was perhaps my most carefree, wild, and crazy year. I was in top form, able to drink every night of the week and still get up for work the next day. Let's face it, I'm not 22 anymore.(haven't I said that before?) Aging, ain't it a bitch. squeeze.