Farrah Fawcett, Steve Westly, and the Catholic Church

How do all these things go together exactly? Well, it goes sort of like this:

I woke up late today. Well, I walked the dog at 7:30am, but then went back to bed. Woke at 12:30pm. Called Meme back and had an awesome conversation. I finally explained why it is that I quit confirmation class. The short version is that home, school, and the Girl Scouts said I could do anything a man could do. The Catholic Church said I needed a “Microphone to God” if I was gonna get anywhere with them. So I quit since I would never be an equal. Meme told me about how the priest told her she needed to have more kids than just the two she had. She said she got really sick for all nine months before having my uncle and wasn’t willing to go through all that again. That was when she first started quietly rebelling against the church. Now you know where I get it from!

Next, I desperately needed a haircut, so I went back to Wilson at Planet Hair. This time I let him color and higlight it as well as trim and style. I let him do whatever he thought was best. It isn’t really drastic from what I’ve had other than it is blonder and he flipped it out more. I had a number of compliments and was told it was very 70’s Farrah Fawcett. I’m gonna take that as a compliment. The 70’s weren’t all that bad…

This evening’s event was a 40th birthday party for Neighbor K’s boyfriend R. They had tons of great food and I ate a lot. Good thing because I realized that having slept in, I forgot to have breakfast or lunch. I’m normally a very good eater and not the kind to starve myself before a party. Guess that is what I get for sleeping so late.

Met a lot of really nice people at the party such as Steve Westly, former California State Controller and former candidate for Governor. Had a nice time talking with his wife. Ran into Neighbor K’s friend M again—the one who was there when I met Omar. She was surprised that I still talk to him, and is still convinced he is gay. I also met the guy who Neighbor K has been telling me all about for the last two weeks. Sadly, he’s a nice guy, but I wasn’t really attracted to him. Of course, the first guy I was chatting up turned out to be gay. Not a surprise there. And I am attracted to the guy that I decided to leave with—he walked me to my car—but nothing happened. It was like the baseball game we were watching. The Indians and the Red Sox, tied at six in the 11th inning. Then the Indians got seven runs, and the Red Sox lost it, just like I did. No number, no nothing. I suck at this game. Maybe I should take up baseball.

Here are some photos so that you can judge the Farrah Fawcett look-a-like contest:


2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Lowell on October 14, 2007 at 10:45 am

    I feel your pain. I’m really bad at that game also. I think I’m bad at giving the signals as well as reading them. I had one of my female friends tell me recently that I always end up as “the guy friend” a.k.a. a dick in a jar… Break glass in case of emergency. Ouch. LOLGreat pictures. Seriously, hot.


  2. Posted by Anonymous on October 16, 2007 at 2:40 am

    So I like the color… looks good and maybe you need to redefine the results you are looking for! Love you… now where is that darn blogger id! ah nuts! da momma


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