Am I in Kansas?

A difficult weekend this one was; I wonder did it have anything to do with the dramatic weather conditions. The week before, Monday, was raining, by the weekend, it was 98 degrees and now it's cloudy and tornadoes. I don't live in Kansas, do I?

I danced in my favorite place, saw my favorite security guards, paid a small cover charge...life was good. But the people that night were weird, let me say, more weird than ususal. Strange behavior, indeed. I was told once again, that someone, a male was afraid of me (if I had $1k bucks for everytime, I heard that one). I was left on the dance floor but a bald mutha ucker, who somehow thought it was funny. The older creepy guy sat in the corner, eyes fixated on me until he went home. Did I mentioned there was a full moon in the same week too?

Maybe it's time to hang up the ol' dancing shoes for awhile at least until these folks get a grip on life again. What am I thinking? Give it up because of one strange night?

I shall think of Mystery's words of wisdom when things are not always going my way. F 'em!

The weekend wasn't a total loss. I broke bread with good friends, shared tales, some funny, some not so much. And I even baked with Missy, the shock of shocks while watching a show about "beach weddings". Yeah, I'm still disillusioned about life, relationships and marriage, but for brief moments, I saw a glimmer of hope for the future.