Today is the three year anniversary for buying my house and second year anniversary for living in it. Tonight, as I sit on my stoop with the rain, thunder and lightning surrounding me, I can honestly say I’ve had a good couple of years here. Luckily, I’ve got a great ‘holiday’ to always remind me of this date: Gay Pride weekend.
The Leaver, QuQueen and I had plans to start early with breakfast and then go to the parade – always a good time. Unfortunately, none of us woke up in time for the parade, or breakfast for that matter. Instead, we decided to have hermosas at their place. Yes, hermosa is the term The Leaver uses instead of mimosa. “The thing is,” she said, “I make up words because the English language is boring.” QuQueen opted for vodka and orange juice instead of champagne, so we dubbed her drink a hermoso.
Prior to heading to the festival, we played a few games of Boggle. This is quite a treat when playing with The Leaver – remember, she makes up words. When questioned on her creations she quips, “Yes, as in……oh, you know what, you guys are killing me.” A little later, when getting ready to head to the festival, QuQueen and The Leaver were discussing a few challenging moments (to include the Boggle game) in The Leaver’s day thus far. “I can’t win,” The Leaver told QuQueen. “Thats because you’re playing the wrong game,” chimed QuQueen.
“head ing to the festival” Best line ever. Might be my next tatttoo. I think that would look nice on my hip.
Why thank you Sleepless. I would honored if you would get this tattooed on your hip. In fact, I would like to accompany you to have it done. I’ve been wanting to have me knickers tattooed on for some time….I’m just concerned about the swelling and what not that takes place immediately after.