Too soon to see if it was a mistake or not, but I re-created my “myspace” page, mainly to reconnect with some friends in virtual space who have pages there… also, oddly enough, it’s been a great source of contacts on things like swingerfest and such.

Problem is, KW is my rabbit hole… it’s where I go to NOT party.  I’m getting something like 5 – 10 “let’s party!!!!!” messages a day from people who want to come to KW and naturally assume that they’ll get a slice of my time if they buy me a drink.  Sigh….

Dunno what to do.  I dont’ want to be unfriendly.  I’m glad to point them in the right directions, tell them which bars to avoid and which ones will help them score whatever it is they’re trying to score.  Girls seem to think KW is some sort of supercharged English-speaking Cabo, which it’s not.  Guys seem to think it’s a great place to score chicks, which it’s also not.  Despite the grunge-aspect of the touristi who end up there, it’s actually a pretty good place to hold up in a quite room, sip tea, catch up on what’s on TIVO, read a good book, and occasionally wander out for seafood.

Been waiting nearly an hour for my date.  He was supposed to meet me here in the room for a late lunch at 3.  It’s 4….. he’s busy…. I’m bored…. what the hell, right?

For the record, Dallas this time of year varies from “too hot” to “too wet”.

Not really, it’s 3 in the afternoon, and I’m totally bored.  I’m here with a date who’s negotiating some sort of major league sports contract, so he’s keeping the wierdest of hours and totally stressed to the max.  We’ve got a wonderful hotel room, and I brought a book, but DAMN there’s nothing to do.  I’m basically at his beck-and-call until he wanders back here, totally wiped out, and I’m supposed to keep him company.

Oh well, it beats schlepping coffee at Starbucks!

…and got side-tracked to NOLA.  Long story… Stopped in Atlanta to visit an old friend who dances there.  She’s trying to get me back into dancing, but I’m w-a-a-a-a-y past the “sell by” date for that.  Anyway…. she introduces me to a friend who has business in NOLA and needs a traveling companion / tour guide.  I tell him I hang out there regularly, and we ought to stay in the Windsor Court.

….well, wierdness abounds, I call Windsor Court to book a suite, and they’re BOOKED. WIerd, cuz they’re usually accomodating.  They offer to put us on a wait list, but we go over to the JW Marriott instead, which is actually nicer for business travelers.  Lo and behold, GEO BUSH and his entourage is hosting a 3-nation summit in NOLA, and I land in the middle of the whole mess.  Windsor Court is the host friggin HOTEL!  Damn…

Anyway, spent a week in NOLA, and now I’m back in Atlanta with my friend.  I’ll keep you posted on my sojourns…

I’ve been back since last night.  I’m crashing with the parents again until later in the month, when I’ll head out to KW and get some sunshine.  I may have a date in NOLA between now and then — depends on how someone’s business meeting schedules up.  Anyway…. I’m crashing.  Night-night.

He’s been wrapped up in meetings all day, but it’s Copenhagen, and I’ve had the most wonderful time roaming the streets.  The coffee shops are amazing, and a “danish pastry” here doesn’t taste anything like a “danish” back home.  I’d turn into a pig if I lived here….. I really could live here, you know.  It’s marvelously liberal, and has a surprisingly active fashion scene.  I wouldn’t get back into modeling, but I could get involved in the whole fashion merchandising biz, in a way that I simply don’t want to do in America.  Americans in the fashion biz seem to turn crappy trying to immitate Europeans.  Europeans in the fashion biz don’t try to immitate anyone, and so they’re easier to deal with.  Ironic, but that’s my sense of it.

 Well, enough of this.  Looks like the only way I can keep up a blog is to do it from an internet cafe in Copenhagen.  (Yet another excuse for living here).

I’m basically addressing this to me, since I’m really the only one who reads this mush.  And yeah, I haven’t been here in a while.  So, what’s your point?

I’m still coming to grips with the ex-, who I’ve now simply started referring to as Voltemort, cuz, ya know he would have considered it a compliment if I called him ‘cheney”.

I’ve been giving VERY serious consideration to leaving Seattle.  I came here because of him, and he’s still here, and I really don’t have any reason to stay other than the economics (I make a TON of money here).  I could live a lot cheaper in NOLA, but I’d basically have to start over financially.  I REALLY want to move to NYC, but that’s worse than Seattle, and again I’d have to start over.  Ditto my other choice (Key West), although right now Key West is holding a lot of promise.

Oh well… nice to be back on the blog universe.

“time flies like an arrow. fruit flies like a banana” — Woody Allen

 OK, it’s been a busy July.  Traveled mostly.  Did the whole Lake Union fireworks thingie on the 4th then hopped a plane to visit parents on the other coast. Spent a week.  Never gonna get THAT week of my life back, if you know what I mean.  Last half of the month here, doing same-old-same-old.

I WISH I had some interesting stories to share with my future self, but I don’t.  It’s been, frankly, a boring month.  Maybe August will get more interesting.  It’s the end of friggin JULY and I don’t even have a tan to show for it!

Not a half-bad day.  Weather here was WONDERFUL.  Went out on a friend’s boat at night on Lake Union and watched the fireworks from up really close.  SPECTACULAR.  They’ve got their boat docked there, so we never left the dock.  I can’t IMAGINE trying to be out on the water… there were like a thousand boats out there.  Got in l-a-t-e last night.

Headed for the east coast this weekend…. gonna go visit parental units.  Nothing until later.

What a WONDERFULLY relaxing weekend.  I’ve GOT to do that again!  Ran up to Whistler for the start of the summer season with some friends.  Great place to relax… hike…. drink a little too much…. play a lot…. party a little.  Sigh….. I’m ready to tackle the world again.