Not So Blonde

Protected: Leaning to the right

Madonna, Blonderer & Limoncello

I listened to this song a bunch this weekend. Before the salon, during the salon, AFTER the salon when I was getting ready to go out, Sunday when I was cleaning. It was my weekend theme music. Not that R is pushing my love to the borderline - Nevah!!!

I have a bunch of Madonna on my iPod which surprises me. I was never NOT a fan but I was never her #1 fan, either. But something about her new and old music makes me want to dance.

Did I ever tell you my niece used to be neighbors with Madonna’s brother? He probably still lives in the building but my niece changed floors so she could rent Ron Jeremy’s apartment. Ron owns a few units in the building but actually used to live in the very same one my niece is renting.

Did I ever tell you there are big drill holes bored into the ceiling of the living room in the apartment? My niece said her and her hubby like to come up with different ideas on what Ron must have had hanging there. Plants? Really big plants?

This one time I was seeing this guy, an actor, because if you’re going to see anyone in L.A. why not have it be an actor?

Anyway, he came over to my niece’s apartment when I was kind of tipsy and he was being a whiny poop (because that’s what actors do) so I left him in the lobby. I hop on the elevator and mutter: MEN. Christopher Ciccone looks over at me and shakes his head: “Oh honey, tell me about it.”

Brush with greatness #562.

I’m just showing off now; I don’t have nearly that many. More like, 548.

Showing off again.

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I had a wonderous weekend. Whirlwind-y and wonderful and wuh… Can’t think of another “W” word.

R and I meant to go see his girl Eva in her new flick but never seemed to make it. Poo. Did anyone catch it? I don’t mind much that R digs him some Eva because I think she’s quite pretty. But this isn’t about Eva.

Friday, I stopped by Old Navy on the way to the gym. (What? You don’t?) They were having a huge sale and I got big bag full o’ shit for about $70. Most of the items I purchased were 3.97. THREE NINETY-SEVEN! I can’t even buy lunch for that. How can I possibly turn down deals like this? Answer: I can’t.

Later that night, R and I had dinner at Native and came home and watched Real Sex and drank Limoncello and champagne. Hey! You have your fun and I’ll have mine!

Saturday, I finally got the hair did and I feel like all! new! woman! I really shouldn’t wait so long but between the cut, the color, the style, the extra little something Abel does (weaving in different highlights or some shit), all that sets me back about $150 with tip. Can’t do it. Not often anyway.

I go to check out on Saturday and the girl says: “That’ll be $50 altogether…” I was floored. I knew at some point Abel would probably knock some money off, you know how stylists get when you prove yourself to be a return customer… but 50? I told R for that price I can actually go every 6 weeks like I’m supposed to! Joy! Pure unadulterated joy!

Abel is the bomb. He even bought me lunch. And regaled me with dating stories. And looked super hot whilst doing it, and my hair, too. Multi-tasking at it’s finest. I should bring him something nice next time I see him. Suggestions?

Keeping with tradition of going out after getting my hair did (can’t possibly sit at home looking all fabulous for the cats), I met up with Inga at our favorite haunt again.

I say favorite haunt when we’ve been there all of two times. *smh* It was a great time, if not a very drunk time. R showed up looking all handsome (GROWL) and Inga’s friend M came and wanted to buy lots and lots of drinks. What was I drinking, you ask? Limoncello Martinis. Yes, as a matter of fact, I DO plan on drinking Limoncello til I can’t stand the sight of it anymore, why do you ask? Hee.

I totally lost my train of thought. I’m tired and bummed R is leaving tomorrow. Ehh… I can tell this is going to be one of the sad goodbyes. The last one wasn’t so bad because I was so focused on the gym, on the kid, lots of stuff going on at work… but he was back for a while this visit and that’s never good.

Oh, and what I said in the last post about not asking me when R is leaving, I think every single person thinks I was talking about them. Oops. Sorry.

The thing is I never know how long R can stay, it irritates me that I never know and every time he’s back, it’s literally 6, 7, 8 people a day (offline and on) that ask me how long he’s staying. I can’t focus on how long he’s staying, I just want to enjoy the time he’s here. The situation is a sucky one and I’m mad at IT, not at any one person.

I know people care, I do appreciate it and I don’t mean to come off bitchy. Ha! Cuz you know I’m never bitchy! Haha!

It’s hot as hell in here and I’m sleepy. Off to dreamland. xoxo