I'm dead still. Upright, but dead still.

I haven't felt much like posting anything lately. It's been a really difficult last few weeks, and I didn't want that to spill over onto the blog. But I have missed writing in here, so why not today?

I've been out and about taking pictures, because I'm a good girl. I had a delightfully warm, stormy day at Garden of the Gods on Wednesday, which produced these:

I read something about, when you take a landscape shot, you need something interesting in your foreground. Or you need to make your foreground interesting. Or something like that. My comprehension levels are apparently piss-poor.

This was my favorite one of the day. There was a delicious zephyr cooling the air, but because it had been sunny earlier, there was residual heat coming off of the stairs. It was fantastic; I sat there for quite some time, eyes closed, thinking about the goings-on in my head and not particularly caring for those moments. 

A few days ago, while out and about, I took this photo:

The lighting was practically perfect, and also I'm a creeper. There was another one that I took here, but that one is for later. 

Last night was Tosh's bachelorette party. It wound up just being four of us, but we had such a fucking fantastic time. 

We started out having dinner at Musashi, which I thought was going to be a disaster, since our next destination was pole dancing, but it was actually a great decision on my part (that was my idea for the night, since Diana and I couldn't really decide where else to do dinner). Diana brought a friend of hers, and she immediately hit it off with Tosh and I, and we all interacted like girls who had been friends forever. We were sat at the hibachi bar with a very young couple that wanted nothing to do with us when we tried to engage them, but who were more than happy to listen in on our conversations. Like ya do. We also entertained our hibachi grill guy quite a bit. Dinner was delightful. 

The pole dancing was far more intense than I thought it would be. When Diana told me, I thought to myself, "Score! This will be a cakewalk, having been a stripper. I'll be super impressive and I'll win at the class and be the best." Not fucking likely. That was not a thing that happened. It was wildly intense, and I'm still chafed and sore from the hour and a half that we were there. 

We went to Diana's after that to change and pre-game with jello shots (and for some of us, sweet peppers. Because Diana is fucking weird), grab the bachelorette stuff, and get changed for going downtown. 

And then downtown happened. In a fucking major way.

Diana bought a bachelorette dare game, and until I started drinking, they were mortifying, and I had no intentions on playing. But, my first dare was, for 25 points, to get a hot guy to buy me a drink. Accomplished in less than five minutes. I slammed my drink, and my next card was to have a hot guy sing me a love song. That one was also FAR easier than I anticipated, though this is how the conversation went:

me: Will you sing me a love song?

him: (laughter) How about that Sara Bareillis song? Get it?

me: yeah, that works, let's go!

him: I don't know it.

me: Sing me the first verse!

him: I'm a player! I don't know any love songs!

me: What's your name?

him: Chris.

we shake hands.

me: Chris, you're being a little bit of a bitch right now. Just sing the song you first thought of!

Chris: I know, I am. But I'm a player!

me: Sing!

And then he sang. Winning!

Let's see, let's see what else did I have to do. I had to kiss the next guy that walked in front of me, so I asked one of the guys that worked at the club if I could smooch him on the cheek. Another card down! Get any guy to give me a neck massage, check. Get a hot guy to take off his shirt and flex for me, check. Get a guy to show me a hidden tattoo, check. 

Meanwhile, watch us while we're awesome:

Around the outside fire at The Mansion, getting ready to blow our whistles at Diana, who was working on her latest card, take a guy's phone, call the last person they called, and talk to them. Diana was a fucking BEAST at this game. She won, with 900 points to my 650. 

But I did excel at my big point card, which was:

Get a hot guy to take off his underwear, autograph it, and give it to you.

I win! Nobody believed I could, or would, pull that off. When I walked up to Diana and Tosh, who had planted themselves on the stairs to wait for me after I wandered off to complete this dare, I said I needed another card, and flashed my new pair of boxers, complete with initials, and we all had a grand time relishing in my accomplishment. I bought him a beer, because he was a super good sport. He was also enormous, as you might have noticed. I'm pretty tall without heels on (I'm 5'9), but I was wearing my  four inchers last night. His hand was pretty much bigger than my fucking face. Note. 

The Boyfriend came with lunch and Starbucks for me, because he is the best, and we got distracted by Geoguessr (or, as I just called it to him, "Guess Which Part of Australia/Canada You're in!"). So this is being cut short. 

But it was nice to blog again.