Henri the Cat

I PASSED!!!

I finally sucked it up and took the driving test again today and I PASSED!!! It was getting to be a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, I was so nervous I would fail again - it was embarrassing enough to fail the first time, albeit by 1 point, but if I failed again?! Sheesh. Then I would have to pay $10 for every time afterwards that I wanted to take it.

So now I am all set - new plates, new license. I'm officially a resident of new state.

Trips down memory lane

So I totally wussed out and didn't go take my driving test on Friday. I felt like I needed more time to study - the flipping book is 95 pages long!! Anyway, I'll do it sometime next week I'm sure.

My SIL recently wrote a blog about "unfriending" someone on Facebook. She went to a really small high school and everyone has friended each other to snoop and keep in touch. I went to 3 different high schools of varying sizes. One in particular was quite small, so small it was actually 7 - 12. I went to it from 7 - 9. I am getting a lot of friend requests from people I don't remember. AT ALL. While it's flattering that people remember me, I know they just want to snoop on my life. There are also a number of people that I don't want to remember EVER. Not interested in going down memory lane with them.

I think I have this habit, especially after moving so many times growing up, that I tend to wipe the slate in my brain completely clean and forget people pretty quickly. I may remember the names of my best friends growing up, but I can't remember the name of the kid who I sat next to in Algebra.

Can you?

You're a loser who can't drive

I'm paraphrasing the movie Clueless in my title. Allow me to explain. Last week I went to get my driver's license and plates for new state. Unbeknownst to me, in new state you have to retake the written (now computerized) exam. Uhhh!!! I didn't study, but thought, okay...so I took it. Uh, yeah...I scored a 74. Essentially failing by 1 lousy point! SERIOUSLY?!!

I was so humilated and embarrased. From talking with my colleagues at work, I know I am not the only transplant that this has happened to, but still. So I am going back tomorrow to retake it. If I fail again, I have to pay $10 to take the test again - AND they make you wait 3 days to take the test again.

Wish me luck.

The L Word

Life in the new city is great. I'm really enjoying my new apartment and new location. Boxes are everywhere in the apartment and although I have only lost approximately 200 square feet downsizing from my 3 bedroom home to a 2 bedroom apartment, I feel as though I have lost 2,000 square feet. I have a lot of crap. And I'm tired already of unpacking. Boxes may become part of my decor.

This Labor Day weekend, there is a ton going on. I was planning on going to the state fair yesterday but I had to do homework. Boo. I hate being responsible. And I'm very talented at procrastinating.

One of my colleages from work is kind of like a Social Director - so that is what I will call her. SD knows everyone and brings lots of people together. She is really fun and young and is very smart. SD has taken me under her wing, which is funny as I'm much older than her, but she invited me to go out with her on Saturday evening. She wanted me to meet her partner. When she called she said she wanted me to meet them at a bar/club called Pi. Towards the end of the conversation she mentioned that it is a lesbian bar/club. Now I know that SD is gay. I have no issue with it and was happy to meet her partner as I have heard so much about her. I also have no issue going to a lesbian bar. I am secure enough in my sexuality that if someone assumes I'm gay, whatever. Frankly, it would be nice to be hit by anyone these days.

So I look up Pi online. This place is huge and has a lot going on from good food, to DJs, to an art gallery, to a pool hall and more. What is also has is various "themed" events. Such as Dildo Bingo. That's right Dildo Bingo. Now, I wasn't sure exactly what that means. A lot of images are going through my mind. Do you use the dildo as the marker? Are the cards shaped like dildos? Well, come to find out (hee - no pun intended) apparently my imagination is a lot better than reality, as you only win a dildo if you win bingo.

Otherwise, the bar/club was pretty fun. Good food, good music. But the people watching was the BEST. I am not overly familiar with the gay community. It was fascinating to me to see all these different women, the butchies, the femmes, the trannies, all in one place. The new city is very open and has a large community of GLBTs (Gay, Lesbian, Bi, Tran). The place was packed by 10:30pm. And no, no one hit on me. I didn't know whether to be upset or disappointed. I mean seriously, I looked cute. But I'm sure it was obvious I was just the straight third wheel.

Needless to say the evening was very educational. Maybe I'll go back for bingo. :-)