Beloved and I went to the Bonnie Raitt Concert. It was fantastic. I cried during “I can’t make you love me” It was beautiful. She was beautiful. Although, wow, she is a lot shorter than I imagined. Dunno.
She said something really cool. I think it shall be one of my new motto’s – “Religion is for people who are afraid of going to hell, spirituality is for people who have already been there.
I liked that.
I have to pay tribute to our seat mates though. We were in a really big concert hall and sitting in theater style seats. On my side was a lady who was wearing Eau de Voddkka. I am sure of it. But she sat like I was going to bite her, I swear. And I didn’t even look gothic or menacing that night. *sigh*
On beloved’s side was a woman who obviously was involved in politics somehow, because that is all she talked about. The governor is screwing this up, the City Council past this and that bill. Loudly. And you could tell she was a bleeding heart liberal (nothing wrong with that, I am too) but she’s the kind that give the rest of us a bad name. A crazy.
We were also, I think , two of maybe 10 people under the age of 50 at the concert.
But it was fun.
Talked to Sweet this morning. Which wouldn’t be unusual if it weren’t for the fact I didn’t talk to her yesterday much. She is sick, and was busy coughing while I purchased my breakfast yesterday. She saw me at lunch, though, and told me she missed me that morning, which made me blush furiously, I was glad she said it in passing and walked off after…But I am pretty sure her snarky metrosexual manager noticed. Gods I hope he doesn’t say anything.
Anyway. So I saw her this morning and she asked me if I was coming in for lunch today. I said I didn’t know and asked why. She says “I am always so busy when you come in and I never get to spend time with you anymore…”
First, is it really spending time together when I go out back with her while she sneaks a smoke? 5 or 10 minutes every three or four days if we get lucky? Is that quality friend time? And when we chat for 5 minutes every morning while she makes my breakfast? I guess since that is how we made friends.
We have talked on the phone two or three times since the invite to the bar, and the invite to Fridays. She seems to think I am funny, which is good. Because I think I am funny but no one else does.
We are supposed to go have drinks with each other after work on Friday. She says she doesn’t mind waiting around while I get off work (she gets off about an hour before me) I should be flattered, yes?
Is it cute she wants to spend time with me, that she misses seeing me? I need a strait girl to tell me where she comes from on all this. Because I don’t have a lot of friends, nor do I know how normal strait girls interact with each other. I haven’t some out yet. Going to do it this Friday. I think. Or will it seem like a date. Because…Ahhhhgh!
Anyway. I suppose unless Beloved calls me for lunch (it is Tuesday and she is working, so it’s a possibility) I will be trotting off to get lunch. Again. I am pathetic.