FRIDAY:

I complained all day Friday about going over to my neighbor's house. I had committed earlier in the month to a little get-together she was having, and had promised to bring a really marginal appetizer. She was hosting friends from out-of-town, and a few people I hadn't seen in a while would be there. The other purpose of this party was karoke. YOU CAN LAUGH, but my neighbor bought the whole get up - mic's and all (you know, DUETS!).

Yours truly did a Carpenters song ("Only Yesterday"). And after a few more glasses of wine, I did a pretty snazzy job at "At This Moment" by Billy Vera & The Beaters. I had no idea I knew the words to this song.

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be (the party, that is). The ended evening with the Pointer Sisters and a bunch of drunk or slightly stupid, funny neighborhood (and not) ladies.

SATURDAY:

I had dinner out with HDHusband at a local, small Italian place. So small, really. We made reservations the night before, so our table was ready for us almost when we got there. A few couples had walked in without reservations, so had to wait for something to free up.

One couple in particular were AWFUL. They got a table, chewed out the hostess (who in turn pointed out they hadn't made reservations) and didn't smile ONCE throughout the dinner. Not even at each other. I called them the Downers. Seemed appropriate. I bet those are the people that complain WHEREVER they go. They'd find something wrong with Mother Teresa.

We also headed over to the new Tattered Cover and bought some GREAT books (I could spend FOREVER in there - love that place), and then to Twist and Shout - HDH picked up some CD's there. Including a Garbage CD that some ex pilfered from me years ago.

SUNDAY:

Watched my Broncos LOSE to the damn Colts. It was really a matter of who had the ball last (oh, and a matter of our defense STOPPING THEM). Didn't happen. I wept. Met my girlfriend for dinner last night with HDH went to a hockey game with a former resident.

TODAY:

Had sclerotherapy done on the spider veins on my legs. People, it took THREE TIMES to get the right compression hose for my stupid legs. I'm kicking the sweet thigh high Juzo stockings now. The procedure itself wasn't too bad. Not overly comfortable (as shooting saline into veins can be).

So, my legs will be HOT SEX for the summer. I hate wearing shorts. Maybe this will make it a bit better for me. WOOOOOT. Vanity, it's something else.

That's it from HDW Land. Nothing overly exciting!!

Song Of the Day: STUPID GIRL by Garbage