Full House.

So, not only am I currently watching the show but also my house is definitely full. Lots of coming and going, in particularly by my brother. SIGH. Living with teenagers!?

Also, I'm typing this with the most digusting coloured bright pink nails - I was inspired last night after work to actually do something with my nails but the unfortunate combo of pink and metallic white that I decided might work didn't. And now I'm too lazy to take it off.
Really I had hoped to have nice nails for when I go to vote for Obama tomorrow - unfortunately he will have to accept my vote with garish whore nails unless I manage to locate my nail polish remover.

Soooooo.... I'm sure you're interested in what has been happening recently. Not much :-D As ever, Atlanta is full of married men and me working lots. I had a bbq for 5 the weekend my mum was in Charleston, which was nice. I had invited tons more people but I didn't actually manage to follow up on my invitation with anyone until the day - I clearly have to practice having parties more often. I've been spending time with - oh lord, I've forgotten what I named them. OH - Southern Gentleman, Toothpick Head Turtle guy and my A - not Div's A. And T Guy's roommate JS, who I also work with. I went to JS's gig a couple weeks ago and his band is actually quite good, so will try to follow up with more of that. Went to the movies, have done some shopping... typical American activities. Mostly I'm still preoccupied with getting our house fixed up - truly, with the financial crisis my mother has become a bit paranoid about the house and as she's hoping to make a profit I've been doing my best to help her plan and coordinate. We're currently working on the kitchen - as I have 2 weekdays off currently it's only fair that I wait for the electrician, the plumber, the cabinetmaker, the counter installers or the appliance delivery men when she is at work. Clearly it's a lot of waiting as these type of men never actually show up when they say they will. In between this though I did manage to go to the birthday of someone I work with - she's a DJ/real estate broker (yes, you can laugh) and the bar she dj's at once a month hosted the party for her. Unfortunately, she being a lesbian, it ended up with my being checked out by more than one very manly looking woman and our small group ended up in a corner table trying to ignore overzealous advances. Did run in to gay friend D who had just finished work at a local bar - and for some reason A and I thought it would be a fantastic idea to let him drive us home instead of taking a taxi. Unfortunately this resulted in a pitstop at a VERY dodgy bar that is fairly close to my house called Trackside. It's stickers on the wall, marker writing declaring people's existence... and one not so clean looking bathroom. Fortunately by this point I was feeling rather cheery after one too many gin and tonics (Hendrick's Gin - YAAY!) so I didn't really mind. We were chatting about A's boyfriend woes (long story but they live together and this is a situation that will not likely last much longer) and suddenly this weird redheaded guy came over and started hitting on her - D decides it's great to let him know that Elizabeth, as he introduced her, was currently jobless and had finished Texas State university with a degree in media but was currently looking for a job as a housekeeper. Umm.. this provided the gentleman in question with an interesting job proposition for A - and for the mans' companion to introduce himself to me. The companion in question was an honest to god Native American origin Kansas boy, fresh from the farm. Big blinding smile, drinking beer and trusting. Really really trusting. He didn't know the guy he was with very well but he didn't know anyone else in town and I didn't know what instinct to give in to - to feel terribly sorry for him, to feel like laughing at him or to to just let him find things out for himself. Small town boy in a big city and all that. Luckily I didn't have to decide as a brown concoction appeared in front of me, next to my beer, and I was told it was a shot. We couldn't be rude so................. I seem to remember it being referred to as a sexy beach. Not a sex on the beach. A sexy beach. Sexy beach my ass - the next morning I felt like a tsunami wave had knocked me over unconscious. I have not felt that sick since my record vodka night with Bam in the kitchen, followed by VE. I somehow got the guts up to go to work - spent the whole time on the train feeling like I was going to throw up on someone and it took me hours to recover. I kept trying to hide behind shelving when a customer approached me. Luckily, A didn't feel much better - something about hangovers together is reassuring.

It's also gotten really cold here - we have to wear sweaters and scarves. As I type, I'm sitting under a blanket and my fingers are freezing. This of course doesn't mean that you shouldn't plan to come visit me as it's still warmer here than there. The sun is shining, the leaves are beautiful colours and if we could find a table in the sun, we could still have lunch outside.
I've also started painting, gets my creative juices flowing.

Finally - I have hope for the intelligent single man. Saw an attractive man reading on the metro (Marta here!) and he was reading, drumroll please, 'Why I am Not a Christian' by Bertrand Russell. My heart did a flip, a dive and a hallelujah. They exist! Unfortunately I got off before he did and did not have much time to attempt to catch his eye. Still, I have hope.

Div honey, Bam is right about just letting it go. As much as I know you can't stop worrying about it, you have to know that worrying won't solve anything. You need time to yourself as much as you need time with him and yes, having a plan for your day is as vital as having free time to do nothing. Use the time to do what feels right for you.

Bam - oh my freakin god. You manage to attract the strangest men - and I thought you were going to potentially move in with S? Essentially - needs aside, are you going to live out the year with him? Don't think for a moment I'm being judgmental but you know, umm, a girl needs a place to put her hairdryer. I hold great hopes for the new D - just the potential is nice, as I'm sure you already appreciate. Also, much appreciated was the celeb gossip - pass it on to Perez ;)

Frenchie, I look forward to updates - and those promised photos of your trip. I understand they may be a bit x-rated for FB, but 3 or 4 can't hurt!

Many kisses to all of you - I dream often of when we'll next wine and dine together. There is nothing I miss more than seeing you after a day of work, or spending a whole evening watching the worst chick flicks ever made. I partially still overindulge in diet coke for all of the warm fuzzy memories.

Many kisses and hugs.

PS: I'll be back eventually, don't lose hope. Especially if McCain wins the election.