Closet Extremist

Just to let you know...

I've gotten a telephone call from three different bloggers, (indirectly) asking after my well-being. Friday night, blog-sister Tammi "drunk dialed" me, and we had an absolutely wonderful conversation.

You don't understand how much I like this individual. She's sweet, smart, sexy, domineering, concentual, forgiving, and most importantly, understanding. We talked of our lives, and how things are transpiring. We talked about our pets. We discussed carreers. It was absolutely lovely. All I had to do was answer the phone, and I had me some Tammi-Time.

This afternoon, I was playing a video game, and my phone rang. Lo' and behold, it was my blog-child Tuck. He's been on vacation for the last week, and has enjoyed himself very much. Time out with the Family is good. I'm sorry that it didn't turn into a skydiving fest like was his original intention, but I'm pleased that he got the chance to spend his vacation with his beautiful children. That's what it's all about!

Earlier this evening, I got a holla from the one, (The Only) Straght White Guy. He was concerned that the conversation of the latest time I had attended the "Eagle Glen Social Club" was a little too much for my finer (Big City) sensibilities. I was pleased to dissabuse him of the notion that he was anything other than the fine host that he is. Every time I show my face down there has been a distinct pleasure. Terrible pool-shootng, (On my part) combined with wonderful conversation (On the Host's part) combine to make a wonderful time.

Dear God. I hope that I can still call all of them my Friend.