Let the Golden Age Begin

Homey homey dontcha know me. Coughing up a storm here at the G*. I'm still here, but the last couple of days have been a little hectic. My dad is in town, so we went out last night and had a semi-bacchanal dinner, eating massive steaks and imbibing alcohol. I can't hold down my liquor like I used to, that's for sure. I guess that's a good thing about getting married, my tolerance for the drink has gone down significantly due to my not drinking as much.

But yeah, we ate gigantic pieces of flesh, which is actually not as appealing to me as it used to be. Don't get me wrong, I love the flesh, but eating a thick slab of bloody rare steak and little else is strange when I've not really been consuming enormous amount of meat lately. Even like, eating a roasted chicken is not the same as cutting into an 1.5 inch thick ribeye steak.

I'm a little bit all over the map today. I went to back to my old office for a group meeting, and it was like a reunion. Everyone was wondering where I'd been, because I left with only a few folks even knowing it, and it was nice catching up with some folks. I was talking to this one woman, and she was saying, 'Yeah, we should hang out in DC'. You know, it's weird, being married now I kind of miss being in on the chase. Chasing ass is so painful, but there is something really fun about it, too. The notion that someone is 'in' to me, the sexual tension, and just fresh ass. It's good for the ego, that I (me, of all people!) can be 'on' and have chickies laughing at my jokes, and giving me positive body language.

Well, blah blah blah. It's good that you're running. I had fun running through Bloomington that last time 2 years ago.