Tomorrow I head to northern VA to meet up with my friend C and then we leave for Toronto sometime Friday morning. I am psyched....I get to go to a drag salsa club with my blogger buddy Roselle (and whatever other trouble we can find). I am off to pack my weekend bag....yikes...Sassy & packing light are not a good combo.

Met up with the ex-hub-to-be tonight. The meeting went surprisingly well. We buried the hatchet...and not in each other. He volunteered some generous benefits if I would agree to the divorce sooner rather than later. So I may be a free-gal by mid-November and no, Utenzi, do NOT go buying that leopard print tux...I haven't agreed to marry you yet. You haven't ponied up the right ring yet to entice me.

Labels: beginnings, Endings, everywhere in between

Fatman you can rest easy...all bets are off and the dating ditties will resume directly. I know you missed all the tales.

So the Sassy-Joseph dynamic just could not sustain under the pressure of the imitation of a real life. We did the mutual parting ceremony tonight which will be followed up by a brief blip at his apartment on Sunday as I gather the handful of belongings I left there. Well, the upside is no more drama and the downside is the sexlife is as pallid as ever. I guess I should be grateful that the last several months included more sex than any of the 38 years prior.

On a brighter note, my hair is getting longer and blonder. It should be the perfect length for Ryan's wedding in the fall for a girly swirly up-do. I am interviewing escort candidates for the big event so get your application in early all you single guys (yeah...I see that line being on the short end of long). Oh well, I have never had a date for a wedding so why break that lifelong cycle now? Just give me several bottles of champagne and I will dance the night away with my invisible friend Fred.

Labels: Biker Dude, Endings, Graveyard, Joseph