Woah. My schedule has been all flip-tossed around and it is making me nuts! I guess I have more Capricorn in me than I like to let on. Monday I had the day off, and I spent it laying around watching Judas Priest videos as promised (I also did two loads of laundry and some dishes. It wasn't a total slack off day) So then Monday evening after making my first porn Rebby and I walked in the gorgeous evening air to the Elbow Room for dinner, where I had a lovely seafood pasta with a glass of white wine. Yummy. In the middle of dinner I got a call from Jilly that her flight was being delayed, so suddenly I was working breakfast Tuesday again. Sigh. I made the mental adjustments and we carried on with our lovely evening, stopping at the Market District Shopping Wonderland for angelfood cake and whipped cream so I could make a dessert. While there I happened to notice that the DVD of The World's Greatest Lover was on sale, so I picked that up and we watched most of it while eating angelfood cake with strawberries and peaches and whipped cream. Yum!
So then I went into work on the DEVIL's DAY and totally forgot my Slayer! I did have plenty of Priest though, so I rocked out and made lots and lots of stuff. Granola and flavored cream cheeses and roasted tater salad and etc. I was so psyched to be able to label them all 6/6/6. That's because I am totally turning in to a retarded metalhead. It's like at 39 I am suddenly a 19 year old dude. It's funny. So yeah, I made all kinds of stuff and when there was room on the label I threw on "of the beast" just to make it funnier. Roasted Tater Salad of the Beast 6/6/6. Ha. My gymdate was called off and that threw a further spanner in the works. So I compensated by smoking. Lame, I know.
Jilly came in looking all tan and relaxed and gorgeous with tales of wonderment from the sunny southwest. She also brought me this gorgeous present from a crystal shop in Sedona. Awesome! We chatted a bit and I sat around waiting for the mail to come, but my package was not delivered, so I finally came home around 3pm. And by the time I got home, I was cranky as all get out. Rebby came over but I was all pissy so I took a nap and she left. I woke up a couple hours later feeling better. Sometimes you just have to sleep it off. I folded laundry and did dishes and then I made some dinner and created more dishes. Where is that houseboy I asked for?
Harrumph. I watched the rest of the Gene Wilder movie (there is so much gay humor in this movie! I wanted to watch it through with the commentary to see what he has to say about the gay humor, but I was too tired) I also spent a lot of time on the computer doing Rob Halford research, cuz I am officially obsessed. I found a new super funny interview to go along with the super sad one I found a couple of days ago. I also found a picture of him leaning against a wall (I think it might have been from a tattoo magazine, he was displaying his really impressive backpiece) with a yellow hankie prominently displayed in his left back pocket. I wasn't expecting THAT. I have my little hankie code card I got from MG Leather last summer, so I know what that means. Hmmm. (note: my little hankie code card is no where near that elaborate. I wonder if Poison knew what they were doing when they chose lime green for their glamslam metal jam bandana color?)
Anyway, did you like how I slipped in that part about making porn? Ha, I'm sneaky. So yeah, after more than 4 years of dating an arty filmmaker, I was finally asked to appear nude in a film. Well, I'm only partially nude, but only the nude part actually appears in the film. If it doesn't prove TOO HOT FOR THE MATTRESS FACTORY, my bare bottom will be projected much larger than life at the garden party. I'm a little surprised at how very casual I feel about it....this has mostly to do with the fact that I totally trust my filmmaking girlfriend to make something arty and beautiful, and partly to do with the fact that I'm really a kinky exhibitionist deep down inside. Well, maybe not so deep. Anybody who knows me already knows this about me, I suspect, and anybody who doesn't know me probably will never even know whos bottom they are looking at.
OK, I should really get moving on my day. I am hoping to sew up a big catering job for July today, which will bring a much needed influx of cash to the coffers. Hopefully making Skid Row at Seven Springs more of a reality. Cross your fingers!
So then I went into work on the DEVIL's DAY and totally forgot my Slayer! I did have plenty of Priest though, so I rocked out and made lots and lots of stuff. Granola and flavored cream cheeses and roasted tater salad and etc. I was so psyched to be able to label them all 6/6/6. That's because I am totally turning in to a retarded metalhead. It's like at 39 I am suddenly a 19 year old dude. It's funny. So yeah, I made all kinds of stuff and when there was room on the label I threw on "of the beast" just to make it funnier. Roasted Tater Salad of the Beast 6/6/6. Ha. My gymdate was called off and that threw a further spanner in the works. So I compensated by smoking. Lame, I know.
Jilly came in looking all tan and relaxed and gorgeous with tales of wonderment from the sunny southwest. She also brought me this gorgeous present from a crystal shop in Sedona. Awesome! We chatted a bit and I sat around waiting for the mail to come, but my package was not delivered, so I finally came home around 3pm. And by the time I got home, I was cranky as all get out. Rebby came over but I was all pissy so I took a nap and she left. I woke up a couple hours later feeling better. Sometimes you just have to sleep it off. I folded laundry and did dishes and then I made some dinner and created more dishes. Where is that houseboy I asked for?
Harrumph. I watched the rest of the Gene Wilder movie (there is so much gay humor in this movie! I wanted to watch it through with the commentary to see what he has to say about the gay humor, but I was too tired) I also spent a lot of time on the computer doing Rob Halford research, cuz I am officially obsessed. I found a new super funny interview to go along with the super sad one I found a couple of days ago. I also found a picture of him leaning against a wall (I think it might have been from a tattoo magazine, he was displaying his really impressive backpiece) with a yellow hankie prominently displayed in his left back pocket. I wasn't expecting THAT. I have my little hankie code card I got from MG Leather last summer, so I know what that means. Hmmm. (note: my little hankie code card is no where near that elaborate. I wonder if Poison knew what they were doing when they chose lime green for their glamslam metal jam bandana color?)
Anyway, did you like how I slipped in that part about making porn? Ha, I'm sneaky. So yeah, after more than 4 years of dating an arty filmmaker, I was finally asked to appear nude in a film. Well, I'm only partially nude, but only the nude part actually appears in the film. If it doesn't prove TOO HOT FOR THE MATTRESS FACTORY, my bare bottom will be projected much larger than life at the garden party. I'm a little surprised at how very casual I feel about it....this has mostly to do with the fact that I totally trust my filmmaking girlfriend to make something arty and beautiful, and partly to do with the fact that I'm really a kinky exhibitionist deep down inside. Well, maybe not so deep. Anybody who knows me already knows this about me, I suspect, and anybody who doesn't know me probably will never even know whos bottom they are looking at.
OK, I should really get moving on my day. I am hoping to sew up a big catering job for July today, which will bring a much needed influx of cash to the coffers. Hopefully making Skid Row at Seven Springs more of a reality. Cross your fingers!
posted by sheryl at 9:45 AM
1 Comments:
I tried to comment last night and Blogger wouldn't let me! Anyway, your porn comment didn't slip by me...I was all ready to ask you what exactly that was about but then you answered it at the end of your post! So sneaky.
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