Bloc Party! 3/24/09 NYC

I went to see Bloc Party at Terminal 5 in New York last night. The show was awesome. They know how to put on a good show. Oh, and I met them backstage before they went on. Happy Birthday to me! : )

Humpaholic

My dog has a humping problem. He doesn't mind the sex of his victims - actually, he seems to have a preference for size of dog rather than sex. Unfortunately for him, they are usually large male dogs - dogs that want no part in what he has to offer. The humping doesn't bother me. It's the grimaces from other dog owners that tend to put me off. I understand that dogs will be dogs and butt sniffing is what they love most. It's just that some of the other dog park visitors end up shooting me the eye....that look of, "Get your dog off my little Bichon...." So, I'm forced to dodge poop piles while darting towards my pug, who is usually attached to another dog's backside. 

Don't let the little guy fool you. This tiny tennis ball toting pug is dangerous. Dangerous to your hands, cashmere sweaters, shoelaces, and anything else his razor sharp teeth fancy that day. Yes, he is an adorable and sweet puppy...There is no denying that. I'm off to see "Bear" now. I'll put up some post-visit pics later. LOL.

Where Am I?

My panties are at my ankles and I'm desperately trying not to look down. Salty sweat is gathering around my brow, and I've positioned my head to keep it from falling into my eyes. Holding my breath to save me from the god awful foulness that is beneath my bum, I try to keep from moving. This is not a time for stage fright. I hear a clamor of doors opening and closing, an occasional giggle of disgust. Once it begins to finally go, I shift my stance and have to look down to make sure I don't dribble down my leg. What I see less than two feet from my naked bottom will likely haunt me for years. Nothing worse than a shit stinking port-a-potty deep breath to make you remember exactly where you are. I leave the port-a-pooper, grateful I didn't just have to poop, and grateful I only got a quick look around.

Where the hell is summer?

Where the hell is the sun,

 warming my cheeks and providing 

a soft honey glazed look to my thighs

I'm waiting for the grilled goodness of 

Corn on the cob and soft-serve

 Ice cream in a wafer cone.

Farm fresh peaches and cherries on the stem

Lovely backyard bbq's and ice cold beer.

Under the bed are my dresses, collecting dust, Waiting to be taken out of hiding,

My summer wedges, adding a taut and Sculpted line to my inner calves....hope to Make their way out one of these days.

Flirting by way of picnic tables, 

And a perfect view of the band

Damn....where the hell is summer?