Well maybe I’ll call or write you a letter…

…Now maybe we’ll see on the Fourth of July

I’m happy I don’t have a boyfriend this year. Something always gets muddied around July 4th. I guess I’m looking forward to not getting dumped. (Thank you, SSD for at least getting it out of the way prior to Independence Day).

Anyhoo… Saturday started off with the company of a shitload of bachelor parties at the Garage Bar, then chilled for a bit at a house party in Ohio City, then took over Bar Flyy — not crowded downtown at all except for the huge ass lame line at Sinergie. Can’t believe all that business already left Flyy. Loretta from Jersey came out at Panini’s — my super-fabulous alter ego. Not such a good idea when I hear: Really? I’m from Hoboken. Shit.

Sunday, relaxed at a cookout and spent some time with the Captain Big Pants (the dog). I swear though, I really slept through most of the day. Thank you very much, changing time zones in less than 18 hours.

Monday, West End for some french fried goodness before cabbing it (slow-song style) to Shooters. Uh, yeah, I said Shooters. At least I had to be entertained for the remainder of my non-vacation. Was diggin this Military Boy that just got back from Iraq — until he decided to act his age of a young ripe 25. One of my ex-boyfriends from 10 years ago dancing with me and tried (okay he was successful) making out with me.

Totally ruined my game. Ugh.

G from… dammit! I can only remember him being incredibly good looking and he’s an attorney. … and then there’s — Mike? Who the fuck is Mike?

Left Shooters just in time as severe rain and thunder storms hit NEO.
Dianna’s for breakfast: Damn tasty. Power goes out mid-omellette.

Considering we’re a mere three blocks away, we decide to sit and people watch until the rain stops. Uh, it never does. Ride Home: Plan B. Saw some tall hot black “chick” walk in with a bathing suit and 6-inchers. Legs to there, seriously! Will you help me with my hair and makeup?

Dianna’s has apparently become a late-night pickup joint. Two randoms decide to fit into our booth and order breakfast from our table (PLAN B!). I bum a Camel (blech) from the owner — or was that the busboy? Chat up two local cool chicks at the table next to us. I wave across the bar at a 4-some of hot Lakewood dudes. I drank somewhere close to 8 cups of coffee. You remember, the coffee they put the sleepy pills into. It’s no wonder I passed out there like 2 years ago.

Seeing as how I’m leaving town (again) Thursday night, decided to get some “me time” and skipped the firework displays. Laundry, ya know? Thank you, City of Rocky River for interrupting the fantastic score of my Phantom of the Opera DVD night.

So, barring any unnecessary travel hold-ups, I’m off to West Virginia for a weekend of camping and white water rafting. Hopefully I come back with more than pictures of receipts.

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