sous de la nouvelle vague

Wow. In my many blogging years, delinquency of posting has definitely dragged into the 4-6 month mark - but I feel almost like this if the first time of this particular blog-vehicle that I have been so postless. And having just verified that statement, I agree with myself.

Last night was...epic. The Second Sunday Sockhop, truly one of my favorite things in Austin, came to pass. As if seeing my beloved Naenae laugh in the face of tomorrow morning and show up to dance off her sweet hindquarters wasn't enough....there was so much more.

I forced my way into friendship with a couple just because I saw some guy taking blatant hits from his pipe near me...the lady in his company was one of those crazy east coasters - she spoke French with me and confessed her past of being once engaged to a b-list celeb - not that I want for any new best friends, but I would describe her as someone I'm going to do coke with someday and it's going to get really raw really fast.

And then...oh yes...my dreamweaver showed up - I had given up on him, having been informed by a friend that d-weaves has picked up a shift at his work - but there he was, like a bolt of sexy magic. And though there were certainly others around, I did hang with him until the early, early morn - I remain as unsure of myself as ever, totally unable to confess to my crushings.

I know this is all terribly unspecific, but I haven't properly woken up and I don't have time to get into details and I must be snazzy and clean for job numba 2 almost at once.

Let the blogging silence be undone!