Just a quickie

I'm too hot and cranky to do much here, but to answer your burning questions...

The "friend date" was way fun. Much beer was drunk, many laughs were had...and as far as I can tell, friends we are, and friends we'll stay. Which is not at all a bad thing. A girl's gotta have friends, right?...and what better friend than someone who has pretty much exactly the same taste in beer and the same sense of humor as yourself! We both agreed we need to do it again soon. (And he paid for the beer. Yay for generous friends!)

Mr. KC will not be coming through Tulsa this weekend. He had thought he might, but he's taken a new job and has to make a flying trip south to drop his kids off at their mother's, and a flying trip back north to start work. So...no time for flirty fun this time around. I am surprisingly disappointed by this. I guess I didn't realize I was hoping for it quite that much. He still plans to come to town in mid-August, so....sigh.

I've had one further phone conversation with Mr. Nice Guy, and...does it sound terrible if I say I think he's too...ordinary for me? I mean, on paper it works...he says he likes theatre, movies, music. And hey, so do I! But when he says "theatre" he means he has a season subscription for the "Broadway Series" of road company musical tours at the Performing Arts Center. And when he says "music" he means he's very excited to have scored a ticket for the opening concert at the new arena downtown--a group of geriatric rockers I probably wouldn't have paid money for even "back in the day." And movies? Well, apparently he just goes to see whatever first-run movies are out in any given week. And there's nothing wrong with any of that. Nothing at all. It's just very, very not me. And yeah...maybe I just need to show him that there's a lot more out there, and introduce him to my favorite musicians and take him to some local theatre, but couldn't he have figured some of this out on his own, damn it?! (May I remind you that it is hot, there are still roadworkers in front of my house and I am cranky? Heh.)

Speaking of roadworkers, they've all been suitably obsequious since I revealed my superhero identity as Cranky Bitch, but I am sooooo ready for them to be done. Cranky Bitch won't truly go back into hiding until September, no matter what the status of the road construction, 'cause she FRIGGIN' HATES AUGUST and the A/C IN HER CAR ISN'T WORKING, but an end to the nonstop mess wouldn't hurt, would it? IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK TO SIMPLY DRIVE UP AND DOWN MY STREET AND INTO MY DRIVEWAY?

Cranky Bitch likes all-caps. And italics.