Two Games in Three Days

It was a two Lynx game weekend for us. We met up with Erica and Missy for lunch at the Rockbottom Brewer. It was fantastically delicious, though W and I were lacking in vegetables on our menu. We really need to start keeping an eye on that. W tried to make up for it by drinking the hoppiest of hoppy beers, at Rockbottom. It was called Angry Hippie and you could literally taste the hops when you lifted the glass to your mouth and took a breath.

It was the last game before Simone Augustus leaves to play on the Olympic team and was supposed to be another opportunity for a free t-shirt, but it seems we were not in the first 2,500 fans through the doors and lost out on our t-shirts. SAD!

I’m getting better with the new camera. Especially in the Target Center where the lighting can be a bit particular. So, I’ll leave you with a couple of shots from the game and a great new photo of W and myself. (Oh! And you can click on my photos for the larger versions)

Still a bit distracted…

I keep saying that I’m going to fix my level of blog concentration and actually post every day. Or atleast more than once a week. But I must admit that I am incredibly distracted and consumed by this new relationship. I’m going to attempt to write atleast once a day this week. We’ll see how that one goes over.

I have never been this way over a woman. Generally I am someone who craves frequent "me time" and cannot stand to be clingy or clung to. But with W, I feel like all I want to do is lay on her couch with her. All. Day. Every. Day. Nothing would make me happier than if we could just barricade ourselves away for a good long while. We are absolutely perfect together. We can talk about anything and are open with everything. We laugh so much that my stomach muscles hurt. Sex is fantastically amazing. We have fun no matter what we are doing. Hell, grocery shopping is even an adventure with her. I am utterly twitterpated.

Into The Woods

Last week was fairly consumed with preparing for camping in the Wisconsin woods over the weekend.

Friday morning, I dropped W off at work and took her truck so that I could continue the preparations. We hadn’t completely packed the truck and there was still some last minute errands to be run, so it seemed to logical for me to spend the day doing those so we could get on the highway as soon as she finished her day. The day seemed to drag on. I took the dogs to the park for two hours, went on a half an hour walk, made a trip to the market to pick up an extra flash light and sugar-free tang for a mysterious alcoholic beverage. I’m surprised that I could concentrate for long. I was so excited to be spending an entire weekend with W, sleeping next to her every night, and waking up with her every morning.

I got to her office parking lot about ten minutes early and spent some time using my mad Tetris skills reorganizing the truck to give her some better rear driving vision. The dogs were settled in on their mound of blankets and pillows that covered the back seat. The pups road in high style all the way to Wisconsin.

The drive was perfect, as it seems that everything is with this woman. We have those wonderful conversations that just continue to flow from topic to topic and it doesn’t seem as though either of us really mind the random tangents that we head down quite often.

The weekend had too many highlights to cover them all.

• Much drinking
• Cheddarwursts over the fire are SO much better than in the microwave.
• I cannot seem to cook over an open fire after dark, but charred bacon cheese burgers aren’t half bad.
• Picnic table dancing
• Mid-afternoon naps and laughter filling the tent
• Erectile dysfunction
• Pomegranate juice, malibu, vodka, and triple sec is amazingly tasty.
• Our future children Amstel, Coors, and Brosephus, and the unnamed triplets, as W is officially carrying sextuplets. We’re gonna give John and Kate Plus Eight a run for their money.
• Our gay matching breed dogs
• Boxer puppy!
• Falling on your ass while looking at the stars is only embarrassing when everyone around you is not as falling down drunk as you are. Since everyone was…no embarrassment for me!
• We were evacuated to the ranger station on Sunday when the tornadoes rolled in. It was a bit scary for a few minutes, but everything faired well. The dogs were a bit worried all day and kept trying to dig under the tree to find shelter. The ranger station was the most boring place in the world, but atleast we knew we were safe.
• Cornell, Wisconsin must be one of the most gay friendly small towns I have ever encountered. We went in to pick up bug spray, ice, and after bite one afternoon and the pharmacy staff was super friendly and the locals didn’t even bat an eye. A rarity in small town midwest and very very refreshing. We’re buying a summer home there. With a jacuzzi. And a half pipe in the back yard.

I do not intend for this blog to become overloaded with twitter updates. Bad timing for starting a blog equals good timing for me personally.

Two years ago, I met an interesting woman online but things being as they were in my life, we just never managed to connect. We tried to talk for awhile again last fall, but the crazy “only kiss you when I’m drunk” girl happened and things fell to the wayside again. A month ago, I had a date with one of way too young for me women that I seem to attract and we ended up heading to the bar for a drink after dinner. I saw W immediately and watched her throughout the night. Obviously, my date was going wonderfully. *wink* After I’d finally had a few beers, I used the excellent line of “Don’t I know you from the internet?” It was truly genius.

Things are fantastic. Scary fantastic. So wonderfully, amazingly fantastic that I find myself afraid to really write about it. Not that I would be able to find the words, but I’ll just leave it at that. Wonderfully amazingly fantastic.

Keep on waiting. Detroit will be there.

I am a bad, bad blogger. I have been planning out my vacation post for over a week now, and putting off writing about anything else. But all of the posts that are composed in my head just wouldn’t do my trip justice without the photos that go along with them and since my camera is being an absolute bitch about giving up the photographic goodness….the Detroit posts must wait. And life/blog must go on.

I’m beginning to think that all the interesting things in my life consist of beer and the smoking patio at the Townhouse. Which I suppose atleast gives me a solid setting for blogging about. *smile*

Two weeks ago there was much drama on the patio, including a 3-time-loser DUI calling the police on us for “stealing” her car, which was parked on the street not five feet in front of us with the keys firmly in my pocket. The police woman was adorable and sweet and very supportive of our attempt at grand theft auto. Four hours after the bar closed, I finally got Ms. DUI into a cab and made it home to my own bed.

This last week, well…long story short….swollen chapped lips are fun!