I went to a birthday party on Saturday. One of the women I used to work with was having a 1st birthday party for her son. It was pirate-themed. 
The boy is cute as a button but looks nothing like his mother. I feel bad for her because she tried for quite a while to have a child and there were complications when she was pregnant. Obviously, everything is okay now.
The weather was beautiful and we sat out on their side deck. Some burgers were cooked, some beer was consumed (not by me, I have a problem drinking alcohol at a child’s party – just a quirk, I guess), and the birthday boy was in good spirits.
It then ended up with a core group of people that I knew (friends and family members had gone home) as we sat on the deck after the sun had gone down.
Now, I’m not a prude by any stretch of the imagination but the things these people were talking about were just unnecessary in my estimation. They were sharing information about themselves that I wouldn’t even say aloud to myself – alone in my own home.
I wasn’t embarrassed by the topics they were talking about, I just felt bad for them knowing this information. One of the married couples was talking about their very strange sex life and the husband almost berated his wife about their finances. Needless to say, it got a little weird.
The later it got, the more the conversation turned toward sex. Someone suggested that we visit a local ‘adult toy store’ and so we did.
G-lady was there and felt a bit awkward going to one of these kinds of places with co-workers. I didn’t feel so bad because I don’t work with them anymore – and I wasn’t buying anything.
The store we went to had recently undergone some expansion so it was bigger than it was when we visited it before. Some folks did not bring any ID (who does that?) so they couldn’t get into the X-rated area. Those of us who did wander through there had a good time pointing at all the sex toys.
Afterwards, G-lady and I went to a 24-hour diner and deconstructed the evening and ate some breakfast food. We were there long enough to see the ‘bar crowd’ stumble in the door.
It’s funny to see drunken people dressed up, walking funny, and ordering pancakes at 2am. It was about that time we left.
Sunday I spent a lot of time in iTunes trying clean up song titles and try and find album names so I could download a picture of the album cover. iTunes has a function where you can download the album cover but mostly it finds the ‘best of’ album the song is on, not the original album it came from. By the way, how old am I that I still refer to it as an ‘album’ and not a CD.
Gettin’ older by the minute.
The boy is cute as a button but looks nothing like his mother. I feel bad for her because she tried for quite a while to have a child and there were complications when she was pregnant. Obviously, everything is okay now.The weather was beautiful and we sat out on their side deck. Some burgers were cooked, some beer was consumed (not by me, I have a problem drinking alcohol at a child’s party – just a quirk, I guess), and the birthday boy was in good spirits.
It then ended up with a core group of people that I knew (friends and family members had gone home) as we sat on the deck after the sun had gone down.
Now, I’m not a prude by any stretch of the imagination but the things these people were talking about were just unnecessary in my estimation. They were sharing information about themselves that I wouldn’t even say aloud to myself – alone in my own home.
I wasn’t embarrassed by the topics they were talking about, I just felt bad for them knowing this information. One of the married couples was talking about their very strange sex life and the husband almost berated his wife about their finances. Needless to say, it got a little weird.
The later it got, the more the conversation turned toward sex. Someone suggested that we visit a local ‘adult toy store’ and so we did.G-lady was there and felt a bit awkward going to one of these kinds of places with co-workers. I didn’t feel so bad because I don’t work with them anymore – and I wasn’t buying anything.
The store we went to had recently undergone some expansion so it was bigger than it was when we visited it before. Some folks did not bring any ID (who does that?) so they couldn’t get into the X-rated area. Those of us who did wander through there had a good time pointing at all the sex toys.
Afterwards, G-lady and I went to a 24-hour diner and deconstructed the evening and ate some breakfast food. We were there long enough to see the ‘bar crowd’ stumble in the door.It’s funny to see drunken people dressed up, walking funny, and ordering pancakes at 2am. It was about that time we left.
Sunday I spent a lot of time in iTunes trying clean up song titles and try and find album names so I could download a picture of the album cover. iTunes has a function where you can download the album cover but mostly it finds the ‘best of’ album the song is on, not the original album it came from. By the way, how old am I that I still refer to it as an ‘album’ and not a CD.
Gettin’ older by the minute.