Dexy Loves Daddy

Holy crap where does the time go? The week with Joe here was a blur, as was the weekend. This weekend was, as I've previously written, Joe's birthday. After I got off of work on Saturday, we went to a drive-thru Animal Safari in Pine Mountain, Ga. It was a good time, and I'm pretty sure Joe had fun, despite being a bit frightened of some elk that ganged up on him for treats. I got to feed elk too, and we both also fed a giraffe, buffalo, and some long horned cows/bulls/steers. It was badass. Later, in the evening Joe and I met up with another couple at a bar downtown and had a few drinks with them. I have finally met another wife of a dude who works with Joe! Praise Jebus. She seems awesome - a bit older and doesn't take a lot of bullshit. She reminds me of Bethanny on Real Housewives of New York. Smart, no-nonsense, and fun to talk to. I hope we hang out again. I know we'll be seeing them at the ball this Friday.

Speaking of the ball, what the hell do you wear to a ball??? I was going to reuse my most recent bridesmaid's dress, but it is so uncomfortable that I just can bear to think about wearing it again anytime soon. Bah. I've looked around town (zero time to drive to ATL), but everything looks either very promy or very bridesmaid-ish. There have been a few things that are classically pretty and appeal to me, but they happen to be $300-$400. I'm just not interested in spending that kind of money on a dress anymore. That said, my sister is Fed-Exing me some of her dresses so that I at least have a solid back up. I love my sister (and Gene...with or without his Fed-Ex discount).

Anyhow. So Joe's gone again. Driving to post to drop him off, I started to feel pretty sad. To think about him being gone 7 out of 8 weeks just sort of sucks, but I didn't really think I'd get too upset. I didn't cry or anything...just this weird feeling inside. I think it's called sadness. Deep sadness. Oh well. After I dropped him off, I went straight back to work, so I didn't have time to stay sad.

I guess there's not much else. I've been avoiding my neighbor like the plague. I don't know what's wrong with her. We haven't hung out in months. I'm always "busy" when she asks to hang out, and I don't always return her calls. Not just take forever to call her back, but just don't call her back period. Also, I never initiate any sort of communication unless I see them outside, and even then NEVER do I do more than exchange pleasantries. In other words, nothing about what I say or do should lead her to believe I want to continue a friendship, and yet she continues to call periodically. Though I don't answer, she leaves messages asking how I am and stating we should hang out. Together, Joe and I also keep getting invited to her and her husband's bbq's. To be honest, their bbq's blow. Joe and I last went to one in January where we showed up late only to find a tiny group of people finishing up watching the Longest Yard on TV. Thankfully we not only showed up late, but drunk as well.

To close, I can faintly feel someone's bass. That is one of the main reasons that I hate the "dirty" south. What the fuck is up with this gangster bullshit? And why the hell did I hear it the other morning at 8AM when I was getting ready for work? I am seriously developing an anxiety disorder due to this shit. Like as soon as I hear it, my heart starts beating faster and I get pissed. On that note, I'm going to go get ready for bed and turn my fan on high to drown out the reality of where I live.