the show ruled
The reading we did Friday night here in Houston ruled. It was a sold-out show. Sadly, they turned people away, including one of my cousins. Next time come early, Andrea. If you are one of the people who got turned away, I am so sorry! I had no idea it was going to be so freaking insane. I hope y’all weren’t horribly inconvenienced…
Several people showed up in costumes, which was super fabulous. I was the emcee, which was good for me because I like to talk a lot and the mike kept needing mike-checking, so I talked my little heart out. A lot of people were good enough to buy my chapbook. (If you want one, let me know before they’re all gone, because I only made 250 of them.) I met a lot of really cool people and had a good time, despite the sadly deficient non-profit-budget AC. The Writers’ Lounge’s next event will most likely be a workshop this fall. Send me your e-mail address if you want to know more when the time comes.
I got a new job.
Same boring industry, bigger/better paycheck.
I get the kids back on Friday.
Hell, yeah. There will be no limit to the fun we have and the extent to which we kick ass family-style. I kick ass at work — whack, whack! The kids kick ass at school — sock-a-pow! We kick ass and take names, shopping and eating hamburgers all over Houston throughout the weekend! Ta-dow!
Nosy Personal Question #14
Aimee O. asks:
You’re dating someone? I mean, you cryptically referred to having sex and making out in a couple entries, but nowhere have you explained your current relationship. Why not? How long has it been going on? Are you happy? Is he taller than you are? (Five nine and in a size six? No wonder you couldn’t see your lithe body how it truly was; you were probably ravenously hungry, and starving distorts things.) Have your sons met him? Do you like him a lot? Is he the first guy you’ve dated since the divorce? Inquiring minds want to know, Gwen.
I am dating someone. His psuedonym is Tad. I haven’t formally announced it because he knows about this weblog and I hadn’t gotten real permission to discuss our relationship (and therefore part of his private life) in it. It’s been going on since April. He is not taller than I am, but it’s all good. Yes, I was starving when I was a thin teenager. Yes, my sons have met him. Yes, I do like him a lot. No, this is not the first guy I’ve dated since the divorce. Before Tad, there was some jerk guy I wasted time with for a while just to erase the aching fear that my ex-husband would be the last man I ever slept with.
And you didn’t ask, but I’ll tell you that Tad has black hair, which is my favorite hair color in the world, and he’s very cute. (Not that that matters, because I’m not shallow and looks-oriented like that, but he is very cute.) He makes me laugh a lot. He’s really generous and nurturing, but not in the vomity way you might imagine when you read a Woman’s-Day-magazine-esque phrase like “generous and nurturing”. He makes me laugh. Did I say that? We have a good time together. He wears nice clothes. He’s brave. We want to win the lottery together so we can travel and buy exciting cars.
But it’s not serious, okay? We’re just friends who date and have fun. So don’t ask us questions about marriage, okay? Don’t ask me to serve him plates of food. Don’t ask me to hit him on the arm when he says that someone else is pretty. We’re just having lots of fun. Don’t think I’m gonna write about him all the time because, as always, this site is about me. ME, baby. I FREAKING RULE. I deserve to have fun with a guy with black hair. YEAH!
Gotta go because he’s coming over right now. Love y’all. Talk to y’all later.
