I’m On Vacation, Bitches
Dr. Ding is enjoying the Arctic temperatures of the veryfine Lincoln, NE. Yesterday it was fawty degrees outside. I loved it. It stirs my Midwestern blood, made phlegmatic from the sultry southern stylings of Houston weather.
Last night my posse and I paid homage to The Bel-Airs at the infamous Zoo Bar. Shari got the Bel-Airs to give Dr. Ding a shout-out in the form of the song “Sugar Mama” (which in my head is of course spelled Sugar Momma). It was HOT. Gail and I two-stepped like a house afire, and I shook my sweet fancy ass all night long. Well, I shook it until about 11:50, when we left b/c Shari had to get up early to do a fundraiser. We are, after all, mature and classy broads with social obligations beyond mere rumpshaking and the frequent shouting of the phrase “Sang it, baby! Who’s ya mama!” at well-timed intervals. But Oh what a time we had.
I’ll post pics later, if I can be bothered.
I’m on vacation, bitches.
Now if you’ll buhscuse me, Dr. Ding got some sashay latte to drink, some more Doritoes to consume di-reckly out of the bag, and a pilgrimage to ShopKo to undertake whereupon I will commence to purchasing some very reasonably priced casual clothing. Very busy here.
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Sounds fun! I got woken up by my neighbor having her asshole carpet cleaned. Who does that on Saturday morning? The truck was parked outside my window.
I would love some fawty degree weather and doritos right about now.
Girl: that’s turrible! Asshole carpet is totally the worst kind of carpet there is. It knows no limits, takes no prisoners, and worse still, wakes up The Diva Herself way too early. God(dess) knows I hate that kind of wakeup. Really messes with my delicate constitution and all.
I will bring you back some Doritos and as much of the cold weather as I can fit in my suitcase.
We srsly have to hang out some time. It will either result in a) a broken-bottle gut-slash fight to the pain, or b) one helluva good time.