Blah... blaaaaggghhh!!!!!!



What a strange mixture of emotions.... the work has been going so well, but there has been such a lot of it!

O.K. I did get to go to San Francisco and taste a lot of really great cheeses and meet a lot of amazing food people, and then two weeks later I spent a few days at beach house in Pensacola with my fellow store team leaders... quite good actually.

But over all, I have had very few days to myself lately; as much as I enjoyed the intense work related travel and learning, it was starting to fry me. The work highs were very high. But when I got home at night, I was crashing.

I've really missed having a man around the house lately, more than ever. And it makes me very sad during the down times.

I have tomorrow off, (finally a day off!), and I had to make myself go out; I never used to have to do that.


So, anyway, I went to Cowpoke's and that was dull, so I went to The Phoenix. The bartender was sooo happy to see me! He said, "this one's on me!" Then later he collected the fare from the five I had sitting next to my drink... when he thought I wasn't looking... how pathetic.

So, I moved on, even though I was talking to a guy who was mildly interesting, (he agreed with everything I said and that was a bit un-nerving... but he was O.K. otherwise..)

I took a cab to "Chet's". You might remember Chet from the last journal post. He was the "hostess" of that dragstavaganza, and I mentioned that he was very butch and owned a bar.



And he's sweet ol' cajun butch at that.

After a while I went around the corner to "Big Daddy's" to watch a show. What kind of show?

A drag show, of course!



The show was alright... actually this girl was hugely fabulous! But after a while, I just wanted to get home... (this is not good, I used to want to stay out all night. Now, I just want to stay up all night...)



I walked home from the bars. It's always a pleasant walk, lovely streets and convenient side walk markers...



Passed the "S & M Iron Works" near my house...



And then around the corner...



...and home.

I really do live in a nice neighborhood...


So, why ain't I happy, why am I so blue? "Am I blue? You'd be to", as Billy Holiday once sang... (warning! warning! When a queen starts quoting Billy Holiday there's bound to be drama!) hehe. It's just someting I'll get over, eventually.

In the meantime, why doesn't somebody come to visit me?

That would cheer me up.