sugarbabies…

i passed POTUS as he was headed up to the hill…i felt like that fight {read: sotu} might get bloody and mama always said… not to watch boys fighting..it only encourages ‘em …so i pushed my sexy european sports car into an illegal uturn and  headed the other way across the bridge …parked her illegally in a  spot near the back door (you just neeeever know when you might need to make a speedy get away)  and made my way into my favorite honky tonk… i ordered beer…  i know i know  but vodka tonics in honky tonks are kinda rude …like cocktail dresses in daylight…. i ordered them for the boy next to me too… his poor little heart {read: ego}had taken a wee beating that day so he seemed glad to not  have to work for it.. no worries… no free rides… he did indeed trade hair compliments  for beers …obviously his mama taught him right….

sooo while i sipped from a longneck…

and discussed the human condition…the degradation of privacy…how you cant trust women… and the price of rotisserie chicken…

i watched boys sing… strum guitars… slap rhythm…

for as long as any reasonable person could considering it was open mic night…

and when i hit the whitehurst freeway i had evvvery real intention of going home… really …. i did….

but when a midnight on the dot (and aunt fern said nuthin good happens after midnight! )text came with just the address of a k st martini bar… and oh what the hell …i am practically ON K street… i decided it was probably fate… and yes sugarbabies…  the night {read:me} prob went straight to hell…  the min  i made that impulsive/risky sexual decision

and i knew it was only gonna lead to trouble…

but i walked right up to that trouble… and maybe i kissed it on the mouth before i sat down… and  maybe i decided that the State of the Union wasnt the only fight worth taking on that night… and maybe  after a min or two he knew that i wasnt there just to play footsie…but to hold his feet to the fire… and maybe he shifted uncomfortably in his seat… but then…he squared his shoulders…acknowledged his flaws…and apologized … im pretty sure my shoulders relaxed visibly… and when the bartender asked if i wanted anything else…

maybe i looked him right in the eyes and said…

id reallly like some whipped cream…

xoxo

Now I’m a little older and addicted to the whip
When I’m chained to the wall I feel mighty hip

~lords of acid

Ive been having soooo much fun over at wordle that i havent done any real work in days… i mean really who doesnt looove a word cloud algorithm!

xoxo

sugarbabies..

soo he fancies himself  a writer…and i suppose his publisher agrees… and somewhere along the line i became a …muse…well….at least this one time… as it seems a new character is kinda based on me..looooosely of course… and while flattering ..truth is… i dont really like her that much … but lately he calls a lot …you know to  ask “what would you DO” in certain situations and i have to ask back…

what would i WANT myself to do or what would i REALLY do? …

and after a few seconds he says “both“

and i have to admit that a bit too often for my liking and much to his chagrin the “what would i reallly do” answer is … nothing…

and just as the clock hits 2am he notes that i have a pretty exciting life for someone who answers this question sooo passively sooo often…and i dont even bother to tell him i just left a leather / bondage club and walked into the night with my vodka tonic and am climbing into a cab to go to a music studio across town to listen to a few tracks that someone is putting down…instead i truthfully

admit he is right…

and  ….

i hang up….

xoxo

Daycare called to ask if they could put

almost 4lb Alice

in with the big dogs today …

evidently shes a bit “feisty” this morning…

2 hours later i called to check on her….

“oh … we put her back in with the little dogs…

she was TERRORIZING the big dogs“

great…

dear baby jebus…please do not let Alice get kicked out of private school… my mother will never let me live it down….and i think im starting to understand what she meant when she used to say …i hope you have one JUST LIKE YOU…

xoxo

sugarbabies… if there is one thing that you kids know about me…its that i try my very very very best to …no matter what it is…keep it sexy… to find the sexy in everyday things and life…and to concentrate not on the good the bad or the ugly…but only …the sexy… sooo….here are a few things im finding sexy right now:

white cotton pjs …. with  a wee bit too much sun these are purrrfect …buttoned or unbuttoned… pants or sans pants…they are proving pretty darn versatile AND almost acceptable if i have to chase alice through the buildings common areas *hi mailman* again….i also love that they are white so a lil bleach keeps em shiny bright & stain free … & as a bonus  my dry cleaner presses em for a pittance! FTW

glitter and doom…  its been on repeat for soo long that everyone in my office threatened to quit… i told them to it would be a cold day in hell when id pick any of their slack asses over tom waits live…but… i did switch to the small change album…for a few hours…

bat for lashes & lykke li my two fave girls of 2009… great videos too… careful the tunes are kinda infectious…

Tiffanys Classic Champagne Flutes …. (thank you santa i looove them!) these surprisingly affordable…. chic glamorous crystal classics  make  purrfect hostess/wedding/ its Wednesday/ gifts! and lets face it affordable is the new black…

Jon Wye Tshirts… for real kids i spotted them on folks TWICE up in NYC …and when i found he was local i was just tickled pink… personal fave is the mustache one (that i dont see on the site  right now…but i didnt wade in too deep) but no worries this one is great too! arrrgh pass the bacon… awww just think how sexy he’d look making me breakfast…meowwwww……

and then there is this..two things you would never think go together….looking sooo purrrfect together…

~via welovechaos

this just makes me want to have a party … with down tempo house music…in oh i guess northern cali or one of those moist foggy  twin peaks/twilight saga states…??? i mean come on now… ya gotta admit….

it ALMOST makes camping look kinda sexy…..

xoxo

welcome sugarbabies!!

sooo youve survived the holidays…good on you! me too if with a wee bit of a sun burn on my backside…dont ask..and dont worry …nuthin that forgoing knickers and flying kamikaze for a few days wont remedy….

wish i was as confidant about the sniffles and sneezing …

or the slightly green tinge that chlorine and/or an over zealous stylist may or may not have left in my hair….(oh the humanity)

sooo…i roll up to the office this morning in my sexiest fleece pullover and yoga pants… sporting a chic ponytail and dark glasses… sans make-up (and knickers) and only my driving mocs …(you knooow how sexy yoga pants are come on)

i sneak into my office … and kick my computer into gear…

& WHAT to my wandering eye should appear? A note from a vapid blonde i hold dear!!

christ on a cracker i just broke into verse for absolutely NO gooood reason i must have a fever cause im not even dwinking (unless thera flu has alcohol cause yeah ive had a LOT of that…)

it was a compliment of the highest sort..she reads my blog and picked it as one of her faves in a super sweet meme move…and while i usually pass on memes esp ones that ask me to name names… i mean if there is ONE thing you learn growing up in Washington DC….its…. NEVER Name Names…

but a quick glance at my blog roll tells me half those great kids dont come to the playground anymore…. and there are lots of new kids that do….sooo let me see here are a few of my fave blogs these days :

The adventures of a hoogirl … which over time has morphed into a very informative dc arts scene blog and schedule… Phillipa has a great eye… an open mind… and never misses an opportunity to give great new artists some limelight… i really appreciate her efforts!

faces in places this one always makes me smile and … well may have changed the way i viewed the world around me….

the rockstar diaries … i know… its not my usual fare… completely sweet… and i guess even i sometimes want a less cynical look at life… if disney princesses are real… Taza is one… if they arent.. she the closest thing we’ve got… and i love her style…

a Jersey kid… not the jersy shore kind…the down to earth.. makes sense to me kind of kid..the kind of kid you wanna grab a drink with… or four…

Skinkering Hearts rock on girlfriend! she has great taste in men…so i’m prone to  popping  over for some eye candy…

there are more…but im outta time… and if  i dont publish this now i wont ever… and… glad to be home sugarbabies… settling in…this 2010 stuff is prettty fun so far…but

hold on tight i have a feeling its gonna be a bumpy ride!

xoxo

oh sugarbabies…you know what they say…

cool people dont watch explosions…. they walk away…. in slow motion….

soooo no sugarbabies…im not doing a recap…..

2009? yeah trust me…. ya  kinda had to be there….

im not the kind of girl that looks back…and hell if you realllllly wanna know…rummage about in the archive….thats what its there for…and well…i yeah i just cleared all the drafts too… sooo if i havent hit publish yet on that sordid night we spent in san antonio (you know who you are) well happy new year sugar pie…you can breathe a sigh of relief…im prob never gonna take the time to write about it again …and to a certain blonde starlet with a prim & proper reputation (and that narrows it down in hollywood!!!) i’ll prob never tell anyone  bout the freaky party in NYC where you were naked most of the night…ok ok maaaybe i told Reya…but she can keep a secret….and nope… that after party in the basement of a five star  with the key to the cellar with the goood stuff… yeah…ill prob go to my grave with that one too…(sugarbabies there is no buzz like a great vintage veuve clicquot buzz)…. the rockstars whose band got snowed in during the snOMG and palyed pool with me all weekend…i’ll never tell…..soooo…

yeah im walking purposefully into 2010 and im not looking back…not even a glance…im sliding my ray bans down…. and walking away…

CHEERS!!! 2010!!!

xoxo

oh sugarbabies…

i bought a new pair of jeans this week..ok ok.. you got me..i bought a bunch of new clothes…you know how it goes…one for aunt fern…three for me…. one for mom… three for me… but i digress….i did it to bribe myself into being better about the IHOP visits, the cake monkey flown in from LA… the treats in the break room…the yummy goodies at assorted office parties… you know of what i speak….

so i bought a tight pair of expensive jeans (yes..they look great) …and told myself that there was room for nary a cookie… and i gave away the cake monkey goodness to clients.. ok ok damn you .. MOST of the cake monkey goodness….

and then just when i thought i was doing sooo good.. i found myself in the middle of a rural mcdonalds at a truckstop ….thankyouverymuch… ordering an egg and cheese mcmuffin… i sat in a lumpy booth that was prob from the 70’s and realllly enjoyed that thing… i savored every bite… chewed slowly…and washed it down with a bottle of lemon flavored dasani…. then the guilt hit me… ahhh the shame of it all…the lack of control….which anyone who knows me… knows that when i get “fixated” on a control issue… well…it can get dicey… and well… for a moment i wanted to blame rural america for not offering me a healthy choice… but im not one to shift blame…or at least im not ready to admit that i do ….sooo….

i started thinking about what i would have eaten if i had been home…oh simple enufff…

one of the kids would have brought me my fave egg and cheese sandwich from panera….. hey wait..i just ate and egg and cheese sandwich why do i feel so extra guilty??? and then i pulled out my iphone and did the research… the McDonalds sandwich was wayyyyyy healthier (numbers only here…but then isnt that what this is??? a numbers game?? ) no seriously…

panera 380 calories

mcdonalds 270 calories…

and its not just in calories… the Mickey D Won in almost EVERY CATAGORY…

sodium, fat grams, serving size (mc was LARGER),  panera won protein with 18gm over mcd’s 14 grams…i like a lottttttt of protein….

and then as if to add insult to injury… mickey comes in UNDER TWO dollars… compared to paneras…well you get teh picture…they wont even post how much that $hit costs on the web!

….christ on a cracker…

dont worry kids i didnt take away from this that i should eat more mcdonalds….

just that i should give up entirely on panera…

goodbye thick slice of vermont white cheddar…you were amazing..its NOT you its me… and these pants …you see…they mean more to me than… well…you

and maybe i shouldnt beat myself up for EVERY indulgence…moderation i tell my self…but yeah..have you seeen my life?? lets just say moderation isnt my forte’…

all that AND i dropped my makeup bag on the floor of a “ladies” room (and i use the term loosely ) of the truckstop…please dont ask why i was doing my makeup & eating a mcmuffin in a truckstop…

thats a post for another day….

…and to boot i JUST found out its Thursday…

and i made a lawyer ( a very expensive one i might add) argue the case for it being Thursday as…im obviously a conspiracy theorist and i wasnt just willing to take the opinion of “the man” on this issue…

which means i am a day late on everything….

i thought it was only WED… no wonder they looked at me funny when i dropped alice off yesterday for her TUES  appt. at the Groomer!

christ… some days its hard being this blond….

ok …umm… is it too early to start drinking???

xoxo

…sugarbabies…

my date had a last min emergency as is wont to happen to dr’s (even doggie ones)… i must admit to pouting a bit.. mostly ’cause i had turned down another invite to join a pilgrimage out to VA to visit the holy grail that is … IHOP…

i shook it off and headed to the gallery solo… world aids day…soo…yeah the crowd was fabulously loaded with pretty boys and the women who love them…. i was chatting away when suddenly a hand slipped round my waist… in a very “un-gay”  way… and a vodka tonic appeared in before my eyes… my eyes slid up… and up… and up…6′4″ to shiny eyes and bad boy hair

“I knew youd be here” he said as i accepted the glass…

“oh im predictable am i? “

“THAT is not what i said”….he protested as he leaned down…

he kissed both cheeks and i introduced him to my friend…as “eye candy”… they chatted easily for just long enough to avoid being rude… one of the BEST things about gay friends..is that they can detect sexual chemistry from three blocks away….. and they are not wont to cockblock…he excused himself with an admiring up/down glance at the backside of eye candys brooks brothers suit… and an approving nod to me…

“its nice to see you” he said….obviously proud of the fact that he had predicted my whereabouts on this night…

he guided me round the gallery with his hand alternating between the back of my neck and  the small of my back… he chuckled when gay men continuously stopped us to comment on my Chanel spectators….

him: some things never change…you ALWAYS have the best shoes in the room ….

me : its been a long time

him: thats why im here

me: where have you been?

him: mostly new dehli but im moving back after the holidays

me: wanna get out of here?

him: i thought you might make me beg you

me: the night isnt over

he disappeared with the coat check tickets and as sooon as he was gone  friends descended from all directions… with lots of  omg’s and wtf?? and a few…”i wouldnt kick that tall drink of water outta bed”s…

i dont know…i dont know….i dont know what hes doing here… and i havent seen him in a verrry long time i replied with my hands in front of me slightly less than shoulder width apart… which is our “signal” for im not gonna need any of y’all fairies to walk me home and then he was back holding my coat so i could slip into it… we stepped out into the night…

me: where are you staying?

him: the willard

me: a suite?

him: the one you like

fucking christ i AM predictable i thought….

i told him there was someone new in my life… he said he wasnt surprised…

but he was… cause he laughed pretty hard when he found out the new someone was about three lbs of terrier…

he put his hand on the back of my neck… and guided me into a restaurant that we hadnt been to in a long time… the bartender recognized us instantly… and came round with hugs and how have you beens? slipping back into him and our old ways was proving very easy and nice… very nice…

he confirmed what i wanted… and ordered for me.. *sigh* why do sooo many men not know how to do this properly????

i couldnt eat… (crazzzzzy!!) my stomach was in knots… i sipped the vodka tonic… and pushed some food around the plate… he looked happy… and sad at the same time… and … i asked if he wanted to meet alice…

he gave the cabbie the address & directions to my place… from memory…

outside the house he didnt assume he was invited in…

i  offered to get alices leash and walk him to his hotel… i was feeling pretty darned proud of myself for not just bringing him inside ….pushing him into the sofa and making him beg…

we walked slowly and he said… he liked that about me… but i was willing to bet hard cash that wasnt the reason he was there…. the temps had dropped significantly and it was really cold by the time we got to the hotel… ever the gentleman he invited us in to “warm up” … thats when his blackberry started ringing… alice and i stepped into the lobby and found a good people watching  spot on a silk sofa… some little girls came over and asked to pet her… i smiled…picked alice up and let them take turns getting a good finger licking from the pup until there mom insisted they go… soon enough he came around the corner apologizing… i nodded … its ok…

i stood up next to him…

he looked me straight in the eyes and said… kinda bashfully…

im not sure what to do right now… where to take this…

and i looked right back at him and kissed him… and then kissed him again…and  maybe a third time and maybe  i bit his lip a tiny bit as i pulled away and said…

why dont we just leave it at that …

he hung his head a little smiled and nodded …saying…youre sooo great…

yeah i know…i replied rolling my eyes

truthfully…. one of the verrrrry first things  i noticed when i saw him was that the ring was gone…but i couldnt say if it was in his pocket or not…and we both avoided the question…which im guessing pretty much answers the question….

i scooped up alice …turned round on the heel of those pretty chanel shoes… crossed  the lobby of the willard and walked out….

xoxo

oh yeah…*guys take note* windows are like mirrors at night… he stood there and watched me walk away…i didnt turn around ….not even when i got to the revolving door…

…fuck me….or not as the case may be…

sugarbabies..

i got on the wrong train this morning… and got off at the cemetery… when karma puts me in a cemetery on a dreary but not toooo cold morning…i dont argue…ok ok i whine a little and stomp my feet a bit… but i dont argue…  i started exploring…and found a soldiers new grave…i touched his stone with reverence (that ones for you uncle keith)  i wandered aimlessly through unsettlingly straight lines of tombs… trying to thank them all…and looking a bit ridiculous in too tall heels and lugging a tumi briefcase… eventually i sat on a bench … wondering why the gods had sent me here this morning…. then i heard the guns… and  i made my way over to a service… there was no family there… only the honor guard…i stood in awkwardly for his family….i hope he knows  he was not alone …that his service is appreciated… and that i am …truly i am… so verrrrrry sorry for the loss of him…

when i left it was starting to rain..and i was glad to have an excuse for the wetness on my face… sometimes when it comes to perspective… and getting their point across…the gods… they just dont fuck around…

xoxo

sugarbabies…

i know you like when im all sunny and crap…but fucking hell i have cramps…ok… i either have cramps OR maybe appendicitis… not sure…either way ive just swallowed double what the scrip says on the label…this IS NOT A PLEA FOR HELP… this is me bent over ( thats for you pervs!) sideways typing at my office instead of home curled up in bed because…. my “assistants” …seriously there are two… and NEITHER one showed up today at work… the I.T. kid just left he had to install new memory or something…. the phone lines have been on the fritz since last weeks fiasco of a T1 upgrade or some kind of thing…AND The copier isnt working… so im hoping like hell its just cramps because as you can tell..i dont have fucking time for emergancy surg. right now…

but seriously i wanna hire the cute i.t. fella that

1. beat everyone to the office this morning …
2. took the initiative to “break into” the office…
3. did his thing… and
4. left me a note…

hes already a better asst than the others who are not even here YET…

ok ok ok ….based just on my need to rant that out im now about 99% sure its just cramps…. youve all been warned…

and oh yeah…NOW i kinda  remember i told the kids they could have the day off… crap… is it friday yet?

xoxo

sugarbabies…

sometimes its not what you do but who you do it with that makes things special…and sometimes when karma has you in her good graces… you get to do really great things WITH really great people and welll…

the stars have been aligning for me lately … or maybe it was the moon …that i usually call cruel… showing mercy to a blond with a soft spot for slightly chilly fall evenings with really warm friends…..

*the shrimp and grits over at the Argonaut is yummy… they do it spicy and cheesy…which is fine by me… ask Lenny the bar keep for a beer rec..he has a good handle on whats there and how it goes down…i suggest you arrrive in an old pick up truck even though the neighborhood isnt even scary anymore…and sorry if you missed the “Thriller on H” which was a community performance of the thriller dance… performed by assorted volunteer zombies…and sponsored by joy of motion(a dance school?) sooo the whole thing had me feelin like i was in a episode of Fame… but in a good way…

*halloween ha! thats its own post!

*the specials at Poste are sometimes more expensive than good and to be honest id have rather had a burger ….. but the company was good…the service was adorable…and by the time they poured the champagne our numbers had swelled from 2 to 6 and so i didnt reallly mind that i dropped three benjis on dinner and didnt even get laid…ok ok maybe i mind just a little

*i may have discovered that it is easier to get to annapolis than georgetown from my place…no kidding two right hand turns…

*the booking folks at iota rarely get it wrong…(thanks to U. for the the heads up just the same) so yeah …i really enjoyed sneaking in just in time to catch Gregory Alan Isakov – i parked sex on wheels illegally right out back … sooo later im sneaking out the back door to check on her…and …  i cant quite get the gate to open… i turn to a fella there “is there a trick to this?” he smiled…”yeah you PUSH it… then when you want to come back in you PULL it” then he playfully tugged on a strand of  blond hair and said  “...guess cute as you are…you probably dont have to open many doors for yourself” … i smiled back… “only if there isnt a GENTLEMAN in sight” he bowed low and shoved open the door….. when i got back he was holding it again… “thanks love“  later a note on my car seat said he was available for running in front of me to get pesky things like doors… …note passing seemed to be a theme that night… notes … and cellos…two diff cello performances in a week… who’d a guessed??… and the moon… ah yes the moon… wow …did y’all happen to see that big moon tuesday night???soooo

yeah…. a super special thanks to that big ole moon that saw me home safely this week…makes me think fall is giving spring a real run for her money this year…

i think GAI might have summed it up pretty well here:

Give me darkness when I’m dreaming                                                                      Give me moonlight when I’m leaving
Give me shoes that weren’t made for standing.
Give me treeline, give me big sky, give me snowbound, Give me rainclouds, give me bedtime just sometimes…..

~GAI

xoxo

sugarbabies..

i wrote you kids a really great post(trust me it was a good one) today

about what big ole pick up trucks do to me..

and how i prob woulda married a couple of guys if they coulda made me feel … the way i feel when i pull up next to a monster truck on constitution avenue… *swooon*

and how something about the promise of a high lonesome /down -n- dirty combo along with a hemi…is pretty much irresistible

and how its the ying to my yang….

how coaxing a throaty growl out of sex on wheels when we are at a light, with the top down… and a soon to be patented “sideways- chin on shoulder- glance over the ray bans”… next to a big fella pretty much guarantees a tire squeal for attention or plea for coffee on craigslists missed connections…

about how ….i have fantasies of driving up behind one of these guys…they drop the tailgate…and it turns into a ramp….and i roll up into the bed… all at like 75 mph. like a total smokey and the bandit move….

and

how opposites must really attract … cause i dont really like guys in sports cars… seriously? the italian ones are tooooo high maintenance and seem like they are trying tooo hard…kinda euro douchy…

the american ones seem kinda silly except maybe a few vettes…

the germans do a good job…but something about dudes in sports cars just smacks of midlife crisis or insecurities…and dont even make me have the  gay or european conversation…

no…

i like men who drive sturdy dependable all wheel drives….and if they can handle a dually in the city…*sigh*…what cant they handle???…surely a headstong lil girl like me would be no trouble at all……

but then wordpress crashed and i lost the whole damn thing… and umm yeah im waaay tooo lazy to do the whole thing again… sorry sugarbabies…. but the jist of it is… im waiting…waiting for a man that makes me feel the way i feel when a dually pulls away from me and parallel parks on 14th st….THATS all i want…is that so much?

xoxoxo

sugarbabies…

over the weekend i hit the stores looking for a bit of fall fashion inspiration… at five feet nuthin its hard to wear a lot of the cuts that are out right now… HOWEVER….. i realized that the discount rack in the little boys dept had some great tee shirts/hoodies etc that fit perfectly! yay me…

i scooped up a couple of Shaun White 4 Target tees that were 3 bucks… great for layering… and i loove to “balance” big dollar items read: rick owens black leather jacket with less expensive ones…it keeps everyone guessing and …

and if my mama only taught me one thing…it was… leave ‘em guessing…

and wow…my new love is… polyvore… holy cow! took me 12 min flat to put this little montage of todays outfit together while i waited for my flight….. it was that or start drinking and it was only 6:30 am….soo……ummm….

OverBooked by suicide_blond

im no fashion blogger… and umm…my hats off to those kids…. because this little exercise showed me how  many elements there reallllllly are in this simple little casual (though multi  layered for travel) outfit…. that…. AND…. welll  i just dont know whether its cool or creepy that there is an image of nearly every thing im wearing today online… yes… even my “delicates” …. but i didnt add those… cause you know mom stuff and how im supposed to   ….

“leave em guessing”

xoxo

oh sugarbabies…

id love to stay and chat but im running a bit late and i have a plane to catch …i want to get a seat next to cube cause we have some real girl gossip to catch up on… mostly its about a certain talking to we are gonna have to have with Miss Beckinsale…

the party is gonna be OOC*

and yeah im wearing my hair and boobs like this….

but my dress is more 70’s blaxplotation soul groove disco thing…similar to this…

dotn call lame' lame

while i certainly would never pose anything as declasse’ as a ” Who Wore It Better” challenge to Hammer and Kate i think we allll know the answer …

xoxo

* out.of.control

sugarbabies…

sooo…on a recent beautiful fall day…i  decide i should totallly drop the top…

sitting at the light at constitution and 6th i press the button… german machinery initiates a sequence of events that puts the top neatly away in a rear boot … i shake my hair out into the crisp air…reach for my skim soy iced latte and make the turn….a cyclist slides too close into my lane…i hit the brakes harder than i like to..pirelli tread is sooo expensive… my coffee dribbles… great… i reach over to the center console…which because of my size is actually kinda behind me…. without taking my eyes from the road  …i start hand hunting for leftover fast food napkins… i can feel them…but the wind picks up and they are blowing out the top…Alice leaves her comfy shotgun post to kinda jump about in pursuit of said napkins… christ… im gonna get a littering ticket i think as an MPD Cruiser pulls in behind me and flashes the lights… i push my raybans up onto my head and turn to secure alice…. thats when i realize….

the “napkins” that were flying out the top of my car as i drove along constitution ave… were the andrew jackson variety…it was a veritable sex kittens  stimulus package… lucky for me… its NOT actually illegal to have money flying out of your car …just… you know… ridiculous…

xoxo

sugarbabies….

yes its true detroit is still cold, gritty, and dirty…and i still love it….

and… if …last sunday i had to watch the redskins loose… from the front row  behind their bench (which means YES  i am writing off  this trip as a scouting mission for my “fantasy” team ) welllllll at least i got to be there when detroit finally broke their losing streak… their fans were generous…they know alllll too well what it’s like to be on the losing side..and frankly a few of them felt sorry for me…”christ its one thing to BE the detroit lions..and another altogether to get beaten by them” … the stadium held its collective breath during the last 8 seconds… fearing that the redskins would make some miraculous play (ha! like they hadent even seen us in the red zone alll season) and take away what they had been waiting for  sooooo long for… a win…

we’ve all been there…

not wanting to get our hopes up about something we want just a bit too desperately…. but despite ourselves…holding our breath hoping THIS time… it will happen …

if i had one wish for detroit… motor city……it would be time…that the rate of decay would mercifully slow down …as opposed to marching forward  exponentially faster… there was a razors edge of a moment before the bubble… when the chance  of a come back seemed possible maybe even close…but now that window has slammed shut soo hard that the panes have shattered…  and the city is bracing for winter…and… well sometimes its hard to find things to be positive about and it was hard not to notice that … the popular  gallerys that were swimming in hipsters and breaking artisits a few years ago are shuttered…soo maybe…having casino gambling will be the bet that finally pays off for detroit but who reallly knows?

what i CAN say about it though is this….

if hope comes in the form of barbeque….. and god knows we southern people think it does…

then Slows BarBQ … may be the citys salvation…say what you will about the controversial  decision to build casinos… hey tough times… tough choices…but the true motor city experience is not the heavily guarded noisy palaces of  marble and  zebrawood veneer … its in the small community businesses…and the folks that run them … the independently run doggie daycare that welcomed alice so i could go to the football game … the mom and pop operations …the block party that is weekends at the Heidelberg Project….and a slow but steady crowd of regulars venturing onto the wrong side of the tracks for a barbecue place with a cold drinks, a warm welcome and hot food….

xoxo

~Well, you’re windy and wild
You got the blues in your shoes and your stockings
You’re windy and wild, oh yeah
Well, you’re built like a car
You got a hubcap diamond star halo
You’re dirty, sweet and you’re my girl

Well, you’re dirty and sweet
Clad in black, don’t look back, and I love you
You’re dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you dance when you walk
So let’s dance, take a chance, understand me
You’re dirty, sweet and you’re my girl~ T-Rex

sugarbabies…

sometimes (like this morning)

…my hair falls over my eyes…and before i reach up to push it back…i get to view the world through a thin veil of blond and gold….and if i tilt my chin down and look over the top of my glasses…. the colors all slide together…fuzzy…blue sky, evergreens, falls maples….

all draped in a comforting gauzy shroud of blond…

….the edges disappear…..

and when that happens…

i feel soo sorry for folks with brown hair and perfect vision…

xoxo

sugarbabies…

im writing this post wrapped in barbed wire…a stunningly beautiful gift of gold Burberry barbed wire… but … barbed wire nonetheless…

…a fence….and nothing makes a restless spirit more uneasy than a fence…

climbing out of the wreckage of youthful dreams…we girls sometimes accept the extended hand of an older gentleman ..and on occasion we find that …that man is both an officer and a gentleman..

while for ages it was..understood …that the navy was made up of desperate men…with no other options …(piracy excluded for the sake of this particular discussion) 

the lone sailors ball...and umm no i couldnt even make that name up….

effectively turned that notion on its tail… my adorable date had plenty of options… and after enduring the other sailors and their dates guarded glances things finally crescendoed in front of a mirror in the Executive Powder Room (thats “the head” to you naval kids) i leaned over the sink to apply a topcoat of expensive lip gloss… an older woman leaned in next to me…

• Her: “youre prettier than his ex wife…. she was a bitch…youre not a bitch are you?”

• Me: ummm well i suppose that depends on who you ask…..& well… my aunt fern always said “pretty is as pretty does” sooo… she prob would think it was ugly for us to be in here discussing ANYONES ex wife..

the older woman smiled slightly and nodded …. rolled her lipstick down and turned to leave…

a younger girl came over to the mirror and took her spot….

• “youre not just prettier than his ex youre nicer tooo… she really was a bitch…. i hope you deserve him”….

• Me:   wink

i rejoined the officer who had managed to find me a vodka tonic…  “awww what a good boy” i cooed fairly flirtatiously….glad just to be out of the gauntlet of wives/girlfriends in the powder room

“well…youre a good blonde” …..he said offhandedly…

my heart stopped… wait…what did he say??? maybe it was a coincidence??? i’ve made this mistake before….i lowered my head and looked up at him …all eyes and lashes ….(my go to look for getting what i want)

when you say “good blonde” what exxxactlyyyyy do you mean???

he was embarrassed….

awwww ummm  nuthin…just a book i read once….

…oh goood god damn… my knees went weak… fucking hell……

my fingers reflexively reached up to touch the barbed wire around my throat…

christ…. hes a kerouac fan

xoxo

sugarbabies…

for a long time the door at my country place was painted Hot Pink…

i did it myself… on a hot summer day in just a  hanes wife beater t shirt … and panties  (one of the perks of country life…you dont HAVE to wear pants…)

and it was puuurfect… everyone always commented how “ME”  it was…I took it as a compliment… even on the occasions when i knew it was a backhanded one at best…

because

and this is important kids…

i didnt care… what anyone else thought  of it…. i loved it… i grinned every time i saw it come into view…and if you had asked me to name my favorite thing about that house that summer i would not have paused for  a moment…before laughing and saying …the hot pink pu$$y cat entrance….

eventually …. one of the handymen inadvertently painted the door gray…for reals…he painted my HOT PINK front door industrial gray….that was a colossal communication cluster …but whatever -thats another story

the point is…

i loved my hot pink door…

i came by it naturally… or at least i felt like i did…when i was young my Granny lived in pink house… a crazily IMPRACTICAL…Victorian house on the Ocean… that was pink… i remember her coming home from a HOA meeting beaming proud of herself…for fooling the HOA into thinking her teensy pink paint chip was actually called “dusty taupe” …we danced on the porches while the house was painted… we loved it… with formal gardens everywhere… (in pots, of course,  you do KNOW how hard it is to grow vintage roses in sand!!!) and well… Grandaddy… he just shook his head… and said…

whatever makes my girls happy…

and he meant it… of course… he took quite a ribbing at the clubhouse and the golf course… but he didnt care… he would just shrug his shoulders and say ….as long as his his girls were happy and that he knew if there was ever an emergency…the fire dept KNEW where the PINK house was in the sea of beigey beigey  coastal architectural  …

he didnt care either… and lately  it may or may not have been pointed out to me by a good friend that maybe  i have….

under (what i like to think was) the guise of graciousness…

cared a bit tooo much about what some people think…

i have made excuses for people when they hurt my feelings

when they hurt my friends

when they were rude

i accepted half hearted apologies that i shouldnt have….

and well…

if 2009 has been about anything sugarbabies…its been about CHANGE and that means me too…i think i should paint more stuff pink…

im gonna try much harder  to pay much more attention to the people in my life who deserve it…and god knows they have been patient with me… and much less attention to those that dont…

because i realize that sooo many folks in my life have let me paint their proverbial houses pink….

they have taken risks with me…

they have held their collective breathe for me…

they have wondered what the heck is she doing?

and why on earth is she doing it?

they have shaken their heads at me…. and they have said

“whatever makes you happy”

and they have meant it…

and to all of them i am sooo thankful…

and to the others…

i’m afraid i just dont have the time anymore…

youre on your own…

its kinda like my great aunt fern always said...

sugar…youre gonna  reap what you sow…

and there is no way that your sour grapes are my fault…

or my problem any more….

xoxo