College Dreamin'

I had a lovely day. I got to see a college friend I haven't seen in almost 10 years. She just happened to come to town with her hub on biznez. I drove out to Hudson and liberated her from the clutches of the football and golf playin' hub and his friend (Yes, they played golf in 40 degree weather on a closed course.... Whatever!)

She came with me to Blue's hockey game (they won) and then came back to my place to reminisce.

We talked about the boys we had crushes on and the people we used to know and who had kids and all that. About how the campus had changed (They now have a huge fence around a particular housing area to keep the nasty ickies out.) I said that I don't remember ever feeling unsafe there... and this is in Big City East Coast college place. The world has changed.

So we go to dinner at a RoadHouse. It was NOT easy to find. You can't see it from the highway even though it is on the highway. It's below grade. Creepy road to get there. You drive down a dilapidated road to a dead end and there is a log cabin looking roadhouse with a TON of cars. Oh, great, I'm thinking. Last exit to Hell.

But when we walk in, the place is PACKED. Like college bar packed. But it ain't bikers and thugs, but rather well-turned-out 40+ year olds. Drinking cosmos and Vodka and fancy beer. Whoda thunk?

But despite having a 7 o'clock reservation (They TAKE reservations??) we had to wait. It's so packed you spend the entire time moving out of the way of this or that waiter and this or that patron. Finally I decide to get a beer. I had noticed the rather tall man in the red leather jacket enter... I don't know if I thought he was cute or not, but I did notice him. I'm trying to get a beer when red leather coat guy looks me up and down. Hey, I still got it, I think. He then tries to talk to me. Drunk as a skunk. What I first thought was an admiring glance has become a creepy leer. I try a different part of the bar and get my beer. My friends tell me he has been eyeing me up and down. But then he sees my wedding ring and, well, he swore up and down.

Interesting how fast an admiring glance can become a creepy leer.

Well, I sent college friend off with her hub and friends to go dancing. I went home to my soon to be 10 year old gecko. Sweet boy.

Pet Peeve

A first on occasional rants on pet peeves.

1) NO TALKING TO STRANGERS IN THE LOCKER ROOM!

So I'm done with the tennis match. I've sweated up a storm. I smell. I need a shave. I shower up. I'm happily hunkering down on the bench to dry off and get dressed.

Lady #1 wanders over. Looks up and down at the lockers. I'm clutching a towel over my naughty bits. I try to keep getting dry and dressed, but there is an invasion of personal space. In a locker room this is anything closer than about 5 feet. 4 feet if all parties are dressed. Lady starts to talk.
"Are these the lockers?" she asks? I want to say, no, they are the weight benches or the platypuses or something clever. "Uh huh" I answer, all the while averting my eyes.

"Are they free?"

(shit lady, I'm naked here!) "The one's with the keys are."

"How do they work?"

I grip the towel tightly in my armpit. Open the locker and show her how it works.

"oh, that's cool" and she wanders away.

So, I continue to get dressed. I'm in my jeans and bra. I really prefer to have my Love Handles covered up in public, but Noooooo, Lady #2 has to come on over.

The bench is about 4 feet long. There is only one. She HAS to sit down next to me and start talking about the bench. "won't it be nice when there are more benches?" "Aren't these locker rooms nice?" "Do you play tennis?" (No, lady, the racket is for the bats in the locker room!) I want to scream!

I grunt a few affirmatives and slam the locker and huff off to dry my hair. Hopefully NO one will talk to me there. At least the dryer gives me a chance to feign deafness.

phew, that's off my chest.