dragqueens, the future, and board game prostitution.

i suppose i will start this post by saying that this has been an epically awesome weekend... for quite a few reasons.

first off, i successfully managed to drag the husband off to a "dungeons and dragqueens" party, hosted by one of his fellow classmates. what is a "dungeons and dragqueens" party one might ask? well, when it comes right down to it... it's really just a drag show with a clever title. and, who are we kidding... i love me some queens. i'm still amazed i was able to convince hubs to go. i'm still amazed how good gay men are for the ego.

example:
in reference to leaving the bar and walking under the GIANT icicle tbat was precarioiusly dangling over the entrance way...

me: if i leave, with my luck, that icicle is going to kill me.
dashing gay man: you are far too adorable to die like that.
me: i hope death agrees.
dashing gay man: darling, with a body like yours, how could he not?

i do belive there was more to that conversation, but given the healthy dose of vodka i'd consumed, i can't quite remember it. aside from the fact that we both agreed that no one, with the exception of the queen on stage, should ever wear animal print. ever. well, unless maybe you're a prostitute.

anyways... moving on to quite possibly the absolute most exciting part of this past weekend.

husband was FINALLY offered a summer internship... at a really really great company (that is the producer of several products that i can guarentee are lurking somewhere around your home)... and it is in NEW YORK CITY. i mean, we are talking about smack dab in the middle of manhattan and all it's epic gloriousness.

yes, i do understand that this means i will be on my own all summer (with the exception of as many trips to NYC as work will allow me)... BUT... as long as the intership goes well and he doesn't royally fuck up, he can pretty much guarentee on being extended an offer for employment upon gradutation.

and what does that mean?

this girl finally has a shot in hell at getting the fuck out of the midwest and into my absolute favorite city on the planet. and that... is enough to make this quite possibly the best weekend ever. i've already picked out my apartment for fall 2011. i've done the whole suburbia thing... it is absolutly not for me... bring on a real city.

oh.. and board game prostitution. hmm. given the fact that a few members of hubby's family are apt to read this... i guess i wll sign off with... is it so wrong that i am willing to sell myself for a shot at winning when it comes to some good 'ol milton bradley family fun?

i think not. and... did i mention NEW YORK?? i am positivly in am empire state of mind... apparently w/ a side of cheese.