I got my donut.

Yay, stopped to get my donut. Custard filled chocolate iced. *yum*
Last night I had asked my future roommate to come meet me for coffee and much to my delight she actually did. We met at Olde Towne and I popped the question..."Do you party a lot? " And went on to tell her that I am in A.A. and can't be around heavy partying and loads of liquor and all that. And I elucidated on how I want to volunteer for Citizen's Police Academy in the future and must keep my nose very clean, etc. etc.
She told me that she keeps a six-pack in the fridge and that she drinks one or two a night when she comes home. She says that one six-pack lasts a week. I do not see a problem with that since my current roommates not only have a bottle of wine in the fridge, but often also have beer and/or liquor around.
Future roommate (I will call her futu) goes out once or twice a week to the bar to drink beer and play pool. And I have been invited to play free pool with her should our schedules coincide.
What amazed me was that after we talked in the coffee shop for an hour and a half, the coffee shop closed and we went outside, to our cars. I thought.
But we stood outside, in the parking lot, talking and talking and talking. Standing up and not even moving, just looking at each other and talking and listening.
It was awesome! I was sold! First I was impressed that she didn't find it weird that I asked her to come to coffee in order to talk more about the room. Secondly, I think it's awesome that we stood there and talked for so long that had she not been called in to work, we may very well have talked even longer than two and a half hours. When I got home I looked at the clock and was amazed, the time had flown.
So... yeah. I'm going to move in there, and enjoy being around someone I can talk to without explaining everything I say.
So, I just got back from a meeting. My boss was there, he always sits behind me, which makes me want to move from where I ALWAYS sit to another place so that he is not sitting behind me. It makes me paranoid.
There is this really interesting person who goes to the meetings and who has been recently sitting across the table from me each time we are both there at the same time.
She is about 30 although she looks to be thirteen! Shy, but you can tell she's interesting. Pierced tongue...which isn't readily apparent. Well, she asked me for my phone number and I said SURE! So I'm looking forward to hearing from her. I have no idea what her story is. I've thought about asking her but she always bolts at the end of the meeting.
So, I got an e-mail from Fandango today ... MILK is finally playing here. And so I asked CL#3 to go, I think we'll go on Sunday. I will dig out my CASTRO Street t-shirt to wear. lol.
Ah, man, I'm so glad I have a friend to go with to see MILK. a gay friend.
Now I'm watching the "New Adventures of Old Christine" ... The one where Cristine asks Wanda Sikes to marry her.
Can you imagine that happening back in the day? So in my lifetime I have gone from working in gay bars that regularly got raided by police, and us running out the door or hiding somewhere to not get arrested, to watching tv shows about women getting married on Prime Time Tv.
We still have a long way to go.
ugh, this room is so cold. I'm pretty lonely ... my room is cold...my feet hurt, but for the first time in months my roommates are GONE, all of them. Although I expect them back any second in a big noisy clumpy crowd bearing tons of groceries they get at some discount grocery in Tennessee, they do this once a week (usually they go during the day and are back when I get home) ... because the two of them are on methadone and up and down all night long, eating, they have to buy loads of cheap food.
Wanda Sykes is so damn hot...*sigh*
I'm rambling. I think I'll have a bowl of cereal.
OH...I forgot...
Was at work today and the cook came in from smoking and said "Hey, there's two dogs out here running around loose!"
So we went out there and there were these two dogs, cute... and my boss told me to feed them so I grabbed two old pork chops from the fridge and took 'em out and shredded them up and was feeding them bits to keep them around while my boss called animal control.
We had called the phone numbers on the tags but no one answered. I was out there freezing and the motel owner came over and offered to put the dogs into the motel office while animal control made its way over.
When animal control arrived it was... a very good looking female in a hot uniform so I led her over to the office personally, of course. heh.