meredith

Remember that cutie pie I mentioned like three hours ago? Well, it was bench press day today, and Ty, the hip gay bartender/sw, who goes to our gym is watching him do a heavy set and mutters, “Beautiful,” Then leans over to me and whispers loudly, “HE’S WEARING THE SAME BASKETBALL SHORTS AS YESTERDAY.” So the whole gym has a new crush, as a collective.

Also Lisa and I were talking ghosts and Ouija boards and such and she’s like, “You can’t do Bloody Mary in New Orleans. Every place is just stacks and stacks of spirits on top of each other, you may be calling on like 20 different Mary ghosts.”

Had the greatest Uber driver of my life yesterday named Lisa, she was from New Orleans (i knew the second she said “oil spill” regarding an accident on one of the highways last week “earrl spill..”) We got stuck in traffic and just cracked each other up the whole way down to my bike shop. Passed two clear touristy ladies in knee high leather boots and faces full of make-up looking like they were going to melt right there on 6th and Chicon, and all I said was “oh girl…” and Lisa barked, “I WASNT GONNA SAY NOTHING UNLESS YOU DID” and laughed so hard she started to cough.

Speaking of the gym, my friend gave me a beautiful bag of house bras and lined ribbed tanks that no longer fit her since her boobs shrank from weightloss and everything was beginning to gap. I can’t do shit about the width of my back (wind resistant!) even with 50lbs-ish off me over the last year plus, so I said I’d take them and women!!!!! Are just so!!!! Incredible!!!!! Everything smells like a beautiful cedar chest and is so silky and nicely folded and in a pretty sparkly blue bag. After the uh, indelicate, sexual encounter from this weekend (not in a bad or scary or fucked up way just in a “dude it’s all nerve endings and tissues down there, CHILL” way) I feel just so increasingly over men.