There was a Gangsta Bitch sighting in Colorado this weekend.
This past weekend, Kristi and SueZ from the RBL board came to visit and stayed at my house. They flew in from O-hi-o to spend a three-day weekend with me and Libby, known at RBL as Evil Libby (for reasons that would be obvious to anyone who met her).
Libs and I had been looking so forward to having them here and were bummed to find out their flight was delayed by two hours. We had some sushi, then headed out to DIA and did our best to wait patiently. Given the fact that both KrisTAY and SueZAY are short, we realized we were looking for pygmy gangsta bitches so we looked down a lot. They arrived late and hungry from what must have been the flight from hell, and even though we'd never done more than talk on the phone, IM and post on message boards/blogs together, the four of us felt instantly as if we'd known each other forever. How at ease were we? Well, the dinner conversation took a decidely x-rated turn pretty much from the moment we got in the car.
Thursday night we ended up just coming back to my place — Libby was kind enough to drive everyone in her Tony Soprano wagon — so that we could crash. Libs stayed at her own house about 25 minutes away with her DH and kids.
Friday, we got a bit of a late start and drove up to Rocky Mountain National Park. This was the pygmy bitches' first trip into the mountains, and they seemed to enjoy the scenery. Actually, I think it blew them away. Kristi was quiet for, like, a whole half hour. They saw a huge herd of elk, as well as the mountain I fell off of — Mount Ida. I also showed them a few places of personal significance, like the place whereI once had sex in the snow. Ahem.
ANYWAY, by the time we got down from the mountains, we were pretty wiped. We had lemoncello from Libby's personal stores — the glasses were rimmed with "fucking pink" sugar — and washed that down with pizza. Strange combo, but it worked. What's funny, though, is that we didn't really drink that much. Most of the time we were too busy talking and laughing to drink. That night we watched my Dieux du Stade DVD featuring nekkid European rugby players. Mmmmmm.
On Saturday, Libs had some errands to run, so I took the pygmys in to the People's Republic of Boulder, my hometown, for breakfast and a mini tour. They saw the outside of my office, NCAR on top of the mesa, a hot mountain parks ranger who happens to be a friend of mine and was there dealing with a car wreck, as well as Chautauqua Park where I played as a kid. We had a very yummy breakfast (Kristi was a rebel and ate lunch) at Chautauqua Dining Hall, which sits right up against the mountains. Then we headed up to Libby's, where we talked about music and enjoyed entertainment provided by Libby's two kids. Once her DH got home, we came back to my place and then went out for a steak dinner. DELICIOUS.
A couple of glasses of sangria later and we were laughing our butts off. I had sore abs from laughing so much. We took pictures of the four of us, something to help us remember the weekend, and then sadly and too suddenly it was time for bed. The pygmys flew out the next morning, leaving Libby and I to put the pieces of our lives back together.
I can't say when I've had more unrelenting fun.
Kristi and Sue, it was such a pleasure to have you here. You are both such sweet, caring and FUNNY women that spending time with you is fantastic. And Libby, it was wonderful to be able to spend that much time with you. It's even more exciting to know that everyone's lipstick was accounted for at the end of the weekend — no hapless tubes were taken hostage by Libby and Jabba. Libby and I plan to return the visit by heading to O-hi-o next summer, hopefully with a keg of lemoncello.
Thanks so much to my gangstas for the wonderful, wonderful time. I miss you so much already!
And, yes, there are photos. I don't have them yet, but when I get them, I'll post them.
This past weekend, Kristi and SueZ from the RBL board came to visit and stayed at my house. They flew in from O-hi-o to spend a three-day weekend with me and Libby, known at RBL as Evil Libby (for reasons that would be obvious to anyone who met her).
Libs and I had been looking so forward to having them here and were bummed to find out their flight was delayed by two hours. We had some sushi, then headed out to DIA and did our best to wait patiently. Given the fact that both KrisTAY and SueZAY are short, we realized we were looking for pygmy gangsta bitches so we looked down a lot. They arrived late and hungry from what must have been the flight from hell, and even though we'd never done more than talk on the phone, IM and post on message boards/blogs together, the four of us felt instantly as if we'd known each other forever. How at ease were we? Well, the dinner conversation took a decidely x-rated turn pretty much from the moment we got in the car.
Thursday night we ended up just coming back to my place — Libby was kind enough to drive everyone in her Tony Soprano wagon — so that we could crash. Libs stayed at her own house about 25 minutes away with her DH and kids.
Friday, we got a bit of a late start and drove up to Rocky Mountain National Park. This was the pygmy bitches' first trip into the mountains, and they seemed to enjoy the scenery. Actually, I think it blew them away. Kristi was quiet for, like, a whole half hour. They saw a huge herd of elk, as well as the mountain I fell off of — Mount Ida. I also showed them a few places of personal significance, like the place whereI once had sex in the snow. Ahem.
ANYWAY, by the time we got down from the mountains, we were pretty wiped. We had lemoncello from Libby's personal stores — the glasses were rimmed with "fucking pink" sugar — and washed that down with pizza. Strange combo, but it worked. What's funny, though, is that we didn't really drink that much. Most of the time we were too busy talking and laughing to drink. That night we watched my Dieux du Stade DVD featuring nekkid European rugby players. Mmmmmm.
On Saturday, Libs had some errands to run, so I took the pygmys in to the People's Republic of Boulder, my hometown, for breakfast and a mini tour. They saw the outside of my office, NCAR on top of the mesa, a hot mountain parks ranger who happens to be a friend of mine and was there dealing with a car wreck, as well as Chautauqua Park where I played as a kid. We had a very yummy breakfast (Kristi was a rebel and ate lunch) at Chautauqua Dining Hall, which sits right up against the mountains. Then we headed up to Libby's, where we talked about music and enjoyed entertainment provided by Libby's two kids. Once her DH got home, we came back to my place and then went out for a steak dinner. DELICIOUS.
A couple of glasses of sangria later and we were laughing our butts off. I had sore abs from laughing so much. We took pictures of the four of us, something to help us remember the weekend, and then sadly and too suddenly it was time for bed. The pygmys flew out the next morning, leaving Libby and I to put the pieces of our lives back together.
I can't say when I've had more unrelenting fun.
Kristi and Sue, it was such a pleasure to have you here. You are both such sweet, caring and FUNNY women that spending time with you is fantastic. And Libby, it was wonderful to be able to spend that much time with you. It's even more exciting to know that everyone's lipstick was accounted for at the end of the weekend — no hapless tubes were taken hostage by Libby and Jabba. Libby and I plan to return the visit by heading to O-hi-o next summer, hopefully with a keg of lemoncello.
Thanks so much to my gangstas for the wonderful, wonderful time. I miss you so much already!
And, yes, there are photos. I don't have them yet, but when I get them, I'll post them.