Don't Stop Believin!!!!

The group is Journey...the song...'Don't Stop Believin'

A singer in a smoky room....
Smell of wine and cheap perfume...

That's all it took.......you are singing it now too aren't ya.....come on...

heh heh heh....

It was downstreaming on my computer..and I hollered at Work Sista...laughing at the memories it brought back...

We sang this song at the top of our lungs, alongside the crowd gathered around the piano man at The Redhead..in Chicago.

THAT was one hell of a weekend..

And as we reminisced about our little last minute trip to Chi-Town, it was decided that that Friday was hands-down the best day of the weekend.

It started with leisurely morning...followed by breakfast....followed by SHOPPING (sung with biggest loudest opera voice...which makes it even more fun than just plain shopping).

We were walking up the busy sidewalks, giggling and chatting up an excited storm...pausing only when distracted by people who amused us.

Like the two young black girls that were behind us discussing their plans for the evening.

"I ain't goin to no lame-ass white bar!"

We giggled.

I think we hit every store down Michigan Ave.  And I'm fairly certain that I put a few kids through university.  The smoking credit card is usually a good indicator.

Work Sista however, had purchased nothing...nadda...zilch.

All that poor girl wanted was boots and a coat.  So once we unloaded my load of treasures at the hotel, I took her hand and told her that we weren't leaving Chicago without new boots on her feet.

And I meant it.

We went back down Michigan Ave, scouring every shoe store in sight. 

Finally, there they were.  Her boots.  A soft glow surrounding them.

Well not really...but I'm fairly certain I DID hear a choir of angels....

She asked for a couple sizes, unsure of which one would work...and settle for the smaller size.

Dayamm ma gurl looked hot in dem boots!

She left wearing them..carrying Ninja Slippers in the boot box.

We dumped the slippers back at the hotel and decided it was time to eat. 

Arm in arm, we sauntered into the streets of Chi-Town, lookin for grub.  And perhaps a beverage or two. :)

We came across this little pizza place...Pizza Uno...sitting on a corner of I forget where...  Down the steps we went, into the cutest little Italian restaurant.  We ordered a couple of personal size pan pizzas, and .....

OH MY GAWD

Best pizza ever!!!!

The crust was the perfect thickness, and sweeter than what we are used to here...almost like a Bisquick dough....  Toppings piled high and cheeeeese heavenly cheeeeese....

The Work Brothas seem to think it's impossible to shut the two of us up...but it's not ma friends....just shove Chicago pizza at us....

Orgasm in a pan...

Sorry mom

Appetite's more than satisfied, we left the restaurant and stood at the intersection, wondering what to do.

Across the way a little sign glowed at us...The Redhead....a picture of a piano under the neon red scrawl.

We looked at each other, shrugged...and walked over.

It was indeed, a piano bar. 

The piano man sat at one end of the bar...the 4 sided bar ran the length of the same side of the room, surrounded by tables.

We parked our asses at the end of the bar, closest to the piano, spinning around noting the small crown that sat in front of the piano man, chatting casually and singing along.

Cool

We surveyed the rest of the room from our respective perches, noting that every single person that worked here was beautiful...men and women alike.  That was odd...but very cool.  No complaints. 

We shrugged, spun back around and came face to face with Gorgeous Tarbender.

And smiled our biggest smiles.

We told Tarbender that we were from Canada.  Which means, just don't let the glasses get empty.  He gave a cute wink as he told us his name and asked us to holler should we need anything.

Yay for us!

We drank.  And drank.  And drank.

The crowd grew..and everyone, I mean EVERYONE sang along with that piano man as he played songs from 70's, 80's and 90's.  Songs we all knew by heart....

Like Journey's 'Don't Stop Believin'

:)

(See eventually I bring it back home)

At some point I remember turning back to face the bar...only to come eye to abs with the Gorgeous Tarbender who was reaching over our heads for something..  I slugged Work Sista in the arm..not taking my eyes off that perfect Six Pack.  She turned, and her eyes grew wide as they focused on the same image I was staring at.  I'm sure we looked attractive from the other side of the bar...sitting there with our mouths open, staring at the Tarbender...

What a couple of geeks....

Meh...

It's all good. 

It was a good night..my gawd we laughed.

At closing time, we left, walking arm in arm...doing this little leaning walk thing we do...

We stopped somewhere on a a bench along the river for a breather.  Her new boots were a little stiff and her feet hurt....

Then we carried on...back to the hotel.

I put on pj's and fell asleep immediately.

Work Sista did not get that far.

Remember those new boots?  In the smaller size?

They were too small.

And she couldn't get them off.

She leaned over to pull those beautiful boots off..but they wouldn't budge.

Out of breath and completely exhausted by both the effort and the long day ... she pulled her jeans down to the top of her boots, lay back on her bed and passed out cold.

Just like that.

At some point, she woke uncomfortable (go figure), and resumed the battle with the stubborn boots.  She leaned over and pulled and pushed..and still the boots remained.......She stopped to get her breath..  At this point she was prepared to cut them off if only there was something she could find that WOULD cut them off.  Poor Work Sista was terrified she'd be trapped forever in boots and the same jeans... 

Gritting her teeth with the grim determination only my Work Sista could muster, she leaned over one last time...and she did finally manage to yank those bad boys off.

She slipped into her cozy pajamas and crashed.

I missed the whole thing...fast asleep.

Fun times :)

I love my Work Sista!!!

PS...the next day we swapped the boots for the bigger size.....

it goes on and on and on and on.....

Getting The Heck Outta Dodge

You know that chick in the horror movies that hears a noise and goes to investigate?


Not me.

Hell no...my ass is outta there!



So now there's the G-20 coming up, here in Toronto.

We'll be hosting the heads of the World Bank, the International Monetary Fund, the Financial Stability Board, the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development, the International Labour Organization, the World Trade Organization and the United Nations.
The G-20 includes 19 countries – Argentina, Australia, Brazil, Canada, China, France, Germany, India, Indonesia, Italy, Japan, Mexico, Russia, Saudi Arabia, South Africa, Republic of Korea, Turkey, United Kingdom, United States of America – and the European Union.
 
That there's some important folk.
 
They've decided to host this little tea party right downtown...the lake a couple blocks away...surrounded by our financial district, the Roger's Centre...the CN Tower.
 
And my building.  My home.  Me casa.
 
yee frickin haw
 
We're flying in the Canadian Armed Forces, the RCMP, local police.  We're building walls...sticking snipers on buildings, putting boats on the lake...  so I should feel safe, right?
 
Fuck that shit
 
(sorry mom)
 
Maybe 911 is still fresh in my mind...maybe I'm watching too much TV...I dunno
 
But aside from the fact that I'll need special security clearance just to WALK home (can't drive, streets closed) ...  aside from the fact that this is basically a huge pain in my rump...
 
I simply have no faith in my government.  On any level.
 
First off, I'm amused that we are spending money we haven't got in order to host a summit on economics.
 
Secondly, we've chosen a location that's nearly impossible to secure and offers a gazillion opportunities for terrorists to infiltrate and reak havoc.  Let's face it, anyone with a political agenda had plenty of heads up should they have decided to actually move in to the area a month ago, so that they are already here with access to do as they please ...the frickin boneheads can't even keep a secret.  They could be here already.. they could attack from the water.. the sky...the damned trains.... the underground....  Shitballs almighty, there could be bombs already planted in all the underground paths for all we know...
 
I just have this image of the Marx Brothers doling out directions to the men and women expected to keep everyone, and everything safe.
 
And Pinky and the Brain sitting in a cave somewhere, laughing maniacally as they rub there hands together.
 
Bottom line...
 
Call me paranoid, call me chicken, call me a traitor...I don't feel safe..and I'm getting the heck outta dodge until it's over!
 
Fuggedaboutit!
 
 
 
 
 

Danger Is My Middle Name

I stand a towering 5'4".  I weigh in at a staggering (eff you ain't telling).

Raised in the the rough side of .. um... Hicksville ...  my street senses are finely tuned.

Okay, I'm full of crap.

I'm not very big, and my personality is very, very small town.

I smile a lot, talk to everyone and get laughed at when I'm actually angry.

In the words of Katie from Horton Hears a Who ... "In my world everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies."



But I had a moment. 

Once.

It was a sunshine filled morning and I was driving the long stretch of country road between my house in Bealton and my folks' place in Hagersville.

Ordinary enough.

I had been talking on my cell phone and lowered it casually when I saw the police cruiser approaching from the opposite direction.  I glanced in my rear view mirror, and saw him turn around to come back and follow me.

Crud.

I put my cell phone in my purse, check my speed, and put on my most innocent, angelic face.

He followed me into town.  And put the cherries on.

Summanabitch he HAD to wait until I was in town where people I knew would see.....

He was in his late 40's and approached my window from a distance.  I rolled it down, and grinned my 'yes officer, thanks for the friendly visit' grin.

"Where you going?"  Says he.

"My parent's house in town here" I point.

"Where you coming from?"

"My house in Bealton" pointing a thumb behind me.

He talks into his radio, and 2 cruisers pull up across the street, and a third cruiser pulls in behind him.

"Um....what are we doing here" I ask, fighting back a giggle.

"You are driving a vehicle matching the description of a vehicle seen leaving the scene of a crime.  A lone woman in a grey vehicle, suspected carrying arms"

"Really?"  I said "How exciting!!!"

I clapped my hands together and laughed.

He laughed when he said "I don't think it's you, but we have to go through the motions to be sure.  Do you mind if we search your vehicle?"

I looked over at the young officer who stood outside my passenger side...canine unit.

"Wow, really?"  I laughed..."sure!  Geez, I didn't know I was so scary!!!"

He sighed and shrugged and blushed a little...

As the canine unit officer poked around my back seat I said "boy am I ever glad I just had the car detailed!"

I giggled. 

He didn't.

Plththtth

They wrapped up their big search of the mom mobile...car seats and all...and the original officer apologized and thanked me.

"No worries, it was going to be a dull day!  Glad to have a little excitement!"

I laughed all the way to my parents' house.

After all...YOU may think I don't look like much....

......but I AM danger!!!

Four cruisers to handle me....be afraid!!!!