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After that, hub and I went to run a few errands, and his nerd cadre called him up and invited him over. I decided I'd go stag to Ellen's party, but I spent a nice bit of time petting cats and reading vampire porn. Then I took a shower and fussed with some make-up and wore a green halter dress that actually showed a lot more of my rack than was probably absolutely necessary. I had a lacy black jacket-like thing I wore over it, but I still had a couple of dudes talking to my chest, which was admittedly a bit gratifying. I think I have finally gotten comfortable with being recognizably feminine on occasion. Since I knew so many people it was a pleasant party and I even talked to a couple of new folks, including Aisha who runs a hypnosis-massage-float tank biz.

She let me know that a bunch of the IPJ folks were going to be hanging out at a B&B in Llano for the weekend since the IPJ camp-out was pink-slipped; we called and there were still rooms available for a lot cheaper than I expected so we booked one for Saturday. Since I told boss-man I'd go ahead and work Friday, Eric and I figured we'd go there first thing Saturday and spend the one night, and come home Sunday. It's right on the banks of the Llano River, and they said it had a beach and everything.

I spent a lot of today in front of the computer, preparing classes, tweaking rituals, catching up on emails and all that kind of crap. I got my ass on the exercise bike for a half-hour, which I've been trying to do at least a couple times a week and even succeeding. Then hub came home and we hied off to Sears to get a vacuum cleaner. He voted to do dinner at Chili's and I tried to be a good girl by having them hold the fries on my meal and do a side salad instead.

This backfired horribly when, after taking a couple of bites, I spotted a large black beetle taking the big dirt nap among my greens. Thank the gods I noticed him in the greens and not say, half of him on my fork. That would have been way uncool, and even so I got pretty nauseous. I called the waiter over, feeling oddly paranoid that they would accuse me of planting the bug to get the meal comped. He was appropriately horrified, and later said that he thought when I said "bug... in... salad!" that I was gonna show him some little gnat and not fucking Megalon. He came back several times to express how monstrously huge that insect was and how someone might actually get fired over it. He offered to bring me another salad and I was all "okay. Wait, no. No salad. No. Don't want salad anymore. No." and asked for a great big blue margarita instead, which he was happy to bring me. The meal was comped, even the margarita.

We got our vacuum cleaner, which we've been marveling over all evening. Also I spent $10 on a pair of black flats, and another $15 on some water shoes (ooh, sexy!) and that is probably going to be a shoe budget for the entire year. Hey, no need to go overboard with that girly stuff.