I hope everyone out there in blog land had a good Thanksgiving. Mine was the epitome of what the holiday represents. I got to spend a week with my family and especially my Grandfather. My Grandmother died 11 years ago. My Grandfather has been living with heart problems for several years now. Last year we didn't expect him to be around for another Thanksgiving. We were blessed that he was still here this year. He was also in much better health than last year. I grew up in a very small town. My Mom split with my Dad when I was very young. My Grandmother took over the daily care and feeding of my sister and myself while my Mom worked. She picked us up from school every day. Took us to piano lessons, karate, baseball etc. We stayed with her during the day in the summer. My Grandfather came home for lunch every day. He always beat my Mom home as well. I was very close to them. After she died my Grandfather and I have drifted apart a little bit. I was very thankful to be able to be with them and share his beautiful Great-granddaughter with him.

On the downside, the beach house he rented was a total piece of shit. We had 20 people staying in the house. It was the only 6 bedroom house available. It looked horrible. There was a fair amount of rot all around. It was supposed to be "handicapped accessible". The house was one of those up on stilts. It did have a lift. The rental agency had no clue where the key was to it. On closer inspection, the wheels that rode in the track to stabilize it were out of the track and bent all to hell. The heat didn't work. On Thanksgiving night the temperature dropped to 32 degrees. I woke up the next morning and could see my breath in the house. My goal for the next few days is to find every place to post a review and trash the agency. We've stayed at the same beach with different agencies and had wonderful experiences. Being with my Family far outweighed the condition of the house. But I would never in a million years go back there.

Nothing much else to talk about. Let's see... my stats today are:

6 days since I last had sex
17 days since my last blowjob
17 days since Mrs let me lick her pussy

Sigh...

Farewell Atlanta!

Mrs called me yesterday afternoon. C has been really upset the last couple of days. She put her on the phone and all I could hear on the other end was her crying. Apparently, she had been crying all day. It's killing me. So I'm checking out an a few minutes and heading home to my little girl. It's amazing how they can grip your heart like that.

The conference was ok. I learned a lot. Nothing salacious happened. I did see 2 hookers in the hotel bar. This guy started talking to them who is the stereotypical conference john. Balding. Kinda sleazy looking. This other guy joined their party. He was loud, obnoxious, brash. The girls stayed on their cell phones. The sleazy guy kept rubbing his hands over one girl. He rubbed her leg under the table, up and down her arms, her back. It creeped me out. He was so sleazy. Eventually the girls got up and walked out. The loud guy left after a few minutes leaving the sleazy guy at their table and I'm sure with the bill. One of the guys I was hanging out with went to the bathroom which was near the hotel lobby. He saw the loud brash guy at the atm getting out cash. Then all three went to the elevators together. The sleazy guy stayed there for another hour. I'm sure he was waiting for them to come back.

Anyway, I met some really cool people. I learned a lot and was overwhelmed by a lot. Maybe I'll get a chance to come to this thing again.

I'm off next week for Thanksgiving. My family have all rented a vacation house. I will be back after the holiday.

Until then, have a Happy Thanksgiving.

It's 3:30AM. I spent the night getting somewhat hammered. Looking for a beautiful blond I met this morning. She hung out with me in a few sessions. Sadly, she told me she'd be at a couple of social events. She never showed. I eventually went to a couple of bars with various people from our conference. We were panhandled and almost accosted. I saw a bad scene coming and shuffled our people along to this dive. One of the panhandlers looked at me as we were walking into the bar and said "you did the right thing". I took that as meaning the five guys who surripticiously surrounded us were about to roll us. I was actually in a mood for a fight. More so after I saw the dude who told me I did the right thing hanging with the bar bouncer. Clearly it's a conspiracy.

Now I'm sitting here with the 3 other geeks logged in.... drunk.. watching one of the women from our group go through the middle of the night seduction from another drunk attendee. I so want to shout out "Listen... put all of the bullshit aside and lets go FUCK!!!" I don't think it'd work but it's tempting. His hand is almost on her ass. Aw damnit they just left together. Sigh...

This is the first time I've actually had a while to sit and get caught up.... at 4:00am.

I feel a little bit neglectful. Scarlett from "Life of a Southern Girl" sent me a great e-mail earlier. I kinda gave her an endorsement. But I really haven't had a chance to look closely at her site. Let me say a few things... First... I really have to dig a Clemson fan. I didn't go to Clemson... I grew up in the area... I went to all of the '83 National Championship games. I'm hearbroken to see their record this year. Secondly, where the hell are all the chicks like her?!?! I have to blush a bit because in her e-mail she called me a "tart". Sadly, I'm not from the area she's from. But God knows I wish I were! Scarlett, if you come back and hang out more towards the coast.. let me know I'd love to buy you a drink or a bite of lunch. Hell... if you were here in this conference...

Ah but the alcohol is talking now....

The conference just kicked into high gear today. As the number of people have grown over the week, the interesting people (i.e. beautiful women) have started to appear. Which is a welcomed relief to scenery that was here early in the week.

I only have time for a quick note. Check out Life of a Southern Girl. Scarlett is a southerner living in the north. I'll be adding her to the blog roll as soon as I have more time.

I made it to Atlanta with only one terrifying moment. Actually it was more like an hour. I though my truck broke down in the middle of nowhere. Something is amiss. But it's something that is fine after I let it sit for a while. All of the mechanics I know seemed to think it would be alright as long as I pulled over when it acted up.

There's nothing exciting happening at the conference. The most interesting thing so far was the sorority formal going on in one of the ballrooms. Lots of drunk college girls hanging on equally drunk college guys. I kinda hoped one of them would get pissed off at her date and look for someone to "get even" with. Sadly it wasn't to be.

There doesn't look to be much promise here either. The conference is mostly men. The women here... well... lets just say they blend in with the men. I guess I'll have to get out some.

Huh!... I just saw a guy who looked just like Rick Reuban.

On that note, I'll end this post. Until I get more time...

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I took the day off yesterday to get some things done before my trip to Atlanta (2 days and counting). I called A to give her hell for picking the first week I've gone out of town on business in 5 years to have an opportunity to play. I had to run up to her neck of the woods to take care of one of my todos so I asked her if she wanted to grab some lunch. We went to Sonic and ate at the "Drive-in". No juicy tidbits or anything. Just a nice lunch.

On a lark I set up a progile on Adult Friend Finder. I haven't posted a photo or anything. Predictably, I have no messages in my inbox. I'm really hesitant to go any further with it though. This town is too small. Someone somewhere may recognize me and say something to Mrs. As much as I'd like to play, it's just not worth that risk. I keep trying to drop subtle hints to Mrs about expanding our repetoire of things to do/try. Each time her response has been a resounding "No way!" I guess I could be more straight forward and say "Look... I'm bored. Let's do something other than pose for a romance novel cover". I keep thinking of her horrible attempt at buying porn and think the results will simply be funny and nowhere near satisfying. I'm in a quandry as to what to do. Suck it up, be a man and live like this for the rest of my life. I love Mrs and don't want to be with anyone else. Or do I move forward and try to find someone to play with? Sex is such a small part of our relationship it seems ludicrous to risk the marriage over it. Ho.wever, I am a male and as such think about sex a lot. It's a small part of our relationship, but it's a big part of my psyche.

Wouldn't you know. I go out of town for my first business trip in something like 5 years and A calls me to tell me she might could get together one day next week. Damn it!!

The count down continues. 3.5 days until I'm in Atlanta for a week of unsupervised geek immersion. No takers on any mischief to date. Looks like it'll be the hotel bar, pay per view porn, and a case of KY for me.

I had a pretty relaxing weekend. I spent Saturday doing one of my favorite activities. Unfortunately I don't get to do it very often. Work C and I went out to a range in the National Forest and "blew some shit up". No, we didn't go out and set off bomb or anything like that. We both got out a few of our guns and went shooting. I think it's probably been two years since I went out and shot. I need to go more often.

For those of you who don't shoot or who think guns are evil and I'm a freak for wanting to shoot one, let me say fuck off I don't really care. But it's something that gets in your blood. It's sort of like riding a motorcycle, it just feels good. You can't really expain it. It doesn't have anything to do with the fact that guns can be used as killing implements. It's more that you are harnessing so much power and wielding it accurately. I love seeing a target with one big ragged hole in the center. That I can overcome the strong urge to close my eyes and tense my body against the kick to send a projectile downrange and within an inch of all other shots is a real rush. It requires strong concentration and the ability to let everything go for that moment. You focus completely on the front sight, squeeze and let everything else happen on it's own. Anticipate, flich, close your eyes and the shot goes off target. It's not for everyone. But then again neither is needlepoint.

The first magazine I ran through my pistol felt like I hadn't had sex in a year. I may or may not've aimed. I don't really remember. But I walked back to reload feeling like I had just blown a tremendous wad. My heart was pumping, yet I was more relaxed than I've been in a long time.

Both Work C and I took turns shooting our favorite guns. I took 4 with me. 2 pistols and 2 rifles. Work C brought his hunting gun and 2 pistols. One of my rifles is a highly modified .22. What we like to call a "tack driver". It's nothing fancy, I just replaced the stock barrel with one that dissapates heat better. The stock went as well. I have a synthetic stock that cuts down on any pressure on the barrel as well as minimizing the effects of weather. He and I took turns picking off shotgun shells at various distances. It's a blast because the ammo is dirt cheap, it's accurate as hell, and it doesn't beat your shoulder to death. You can also run through a shitload of ammo pretty quickly.

I got home around 5:30. Mrs really wanted to take C to the Fair. I hate going to those things. I really don't like crowds or rednecks. Fairs always seem to bring out both. It took us 45 minutes from the time we got in line to park until we actually parked our car. But C had a blast. We spent a lot of time on the "kiddie" rides. I have to say some of those rides are pretty damned intense for the ages they were allowing on. A few of the rides Mrs could get on with her. There were a couple where she had to ride herself. I was a wreck on those. So many bad scenarios went through my mind every time she walked onto those rides. What if she falls out? She's so little she doesn't know what to do. She could let go (or somehow not do what she was supposed to) and get hurt. What if she gets scared and tries to get off the ride while it's in motion? What if the operator is a perv? What if the operator is mean to her? What if? What if? C on the other hand is turning into a little adrenaline junkie. She went on a ride that was shaped like a shipe with Mrs. The whole thing went up in the air and around in a big circle. Kind of like those rides that go upside down. Except the ship was always oriented right side up. But it went around and around pretty fast. Mrs said C's eyes got as big as saucers and she thought she was about to cry. Then she squealed and started giggling hysterically. I met them as they came off the ride and she was talking a mile a minute about it.

I spent a good part of Sunday out on the back porch in the beautiful weather cleaning guns. Cleaning and cleaning.... and cleaning. It's the one downside to shooting. Powder residue works it's way into every possible nook and cranny and mechanism. On one hand I really enjoy tinkering with them. But cleaning itself is just a nasty business. Your hands get soaked with solvents and oil and gunpowder residue. It took me about 3 hours to clean them all. About 40 minutes a gun. And I didn't strip some of them down. Both rifles I chose to shoot are a real pain in the ass to strip. If I get really bored over the winter I might break them down better and put more effort forth.

After I finished cleaning, Mrs put C down for a nap. We retired to the bedroom to play a little. Maybe I can start my stats counters today since a) we had monkey sex b) she let me eat her out (my favorite activity) and c) I sort of got a blow job. All counters to ZERO. I'll even give her the blowjob one because she was pretty enthusiastic about it even though I never came that way.

We had all the windows open throughout the house. Even the ones in the bedroom. I let the blinds down and angled them to allow air in but not let people see into the bedroom. Mrs came once. I latched onto her and continued working my tongue. I started using my fingers in her pussy while I battered her clit with my tongue. She came again and started to scream. Then she realized the windows were open and bit down on her hand (thank God it was her hand and not my thigh or cock... we were 69ing at the moment). I couldn't help but giggle a little. Hopefully there weren't any small children on the sidewalk outside on the way to the neighborhood playground.

So as of today, Days since I last had sex 1, Days since Mrs let me eat her 1, Days since my last blowjob 1.

Wow, two posts in one day!!

Eden over at J1B voiced my post election angst and disappointment better than I ever could in this post. I feel somewhat connected with her in that I agree with her on most of the issues she touches on. Most importantly I feel like both parties are missing the lessons to be learned from them and threaten to alienate me even more. Well said Eden.

This is my last comment on the elections.

I decided to start a political blog. This election was the most divisive I've seen in my lifetime. A lot of it has to do with how passionate people became after the last election. For me, I saw attacks on my party as attacks on me. The media and as result opposition seemed to imply that if I didn't lean a certain way on an issue that I was a backwoods, uneducated, unenlightened hick. The campaigns were also so pointed and negative I felt I had to fire back. My friends are sick of hearing me argue with people (even when they agree). I didn't want this blog to turn into a political one like so many others have. I still need an outlet to vent my frustration with politicians and Americans from both sides. I'm not sure how this will affect my ability to blog here. I'd like to think I can do both. The reality is I blog at work. Lately, I've felt this blog has suffered as a result. I don't have the time to proof read and correct grammatical mistakes. I also do not take the time to crack open my English books to see whether or not I'm breaking any rules in the first place. I'm sure there are several readers and bloggers who are way more articulate as result. Mostly I've noticed my posts have becomes a little more disjointed. When I take the time to go back and reread some of my posts I feel like an idiot because they simply aren't as articulate as other blogs. Having said all this, I do enjoy posting here. It gives me a chance to say a lot of things I wouldn't say out loud. I have a chance to think things through. Lately there hasn't been much to talk about. My life, aside from politics, is pretty boring right now. Maybe something interesting will happen soon.

Along those lines, the count down to my Atlanta trip is now at 8 days. I'm hoping something interesting will happen there. Anyone want to help me out with this?

According to Cat at Pussy Tales we are "Stupid Americans". Clearly the record number of americans who came out to vote this time and who by majority, albeit a narrow one, chose to re-elect President Bush, in spite of the liberal media's predictions are all morons. 59.1 million people are dumber that Cat.

I'm ok with people thinking Bush is evil. It's obviously small minded and out of touch with reality. But this is the kind of mind set that 59.1 million people voted AGAINST. I hope the elections are a wake up call. I do NOT care to be called stupid. Fare thee well Cat. I enjoyed reading 99% of your blog.

I tuned into CNN this morning while getting dressed. To my horror, Al Sharpton was sitting on a panel discussing what went wrong with the Democratic Party. I say "my horror" because Sharpton was saying the Democrats, in their attempt to appeal to moderates, ended up coming across as wishy washy or lacking convictions. Pretty much what I said in my previous post. God help me when I'm on the same page as Al Sharpton.

Last night was pool night. It was better than recent outings. Work C graced us with his presence. We actually had a pretty good time. We shot about a hundred games of pool. One interesting little thing happened. There is one bar tender/waitress at our bar who is the daughter of the owner. We'll call her "BJ". In the past she's had a real attitude. Her service was mediocre and if you ever said anything about it she'd get pissed. She tried to get Work C banned one night because she kept interupting a match. Work C finally said something and they got into an argument. We've always steered clear of her and would even request different waitresses if she was going to serve us.

I walked in and headed back to the pool tables. We always have to request a waitress to come serve us because they just generally don't pay attention to that corner for what ever reason. The waitress we got was the only one there and in charge of something like 30 separate tickets throughout the bar. So I wandered up to the bar to get a beer. BJ was was tending. Naturally I was a little bit apprehensive. She walked over with a huge smile and was nice to the point where I thought she might actually be flirting. She's somewhat attractive. On the male scale (guys you know what I'm talking about), I'd fuck her. Throughout the rest of the evening I'd glance over to the bar. About 50% of the time she was glancing back.

At the end of the evening, Work C was ready to go. I had 1/2 a beer left and was kind of curious as to where this would/could go. I bellied up to the bar to close out and finish my beer. Nothing of any real interest happened. Except that the waitress we had hung out with me for a few minutes. She wasn't all that attractive and was way too overweight for me. Nothing like a cock block. She left after a few minutes. The owner was in rare form. "Entertaining the ladies". He's a bigger shit talker than ANY of us. BJ and I had a couple of jokes at his expense. Then I went home. This'll be interesting to see where this goes. I think she'd be trouble. So I wouldn't ACTUALLY fuck her. But it'd be a fun little game for a while. Hell, there's nothing else to do anymore.

It's no secret that I am a conservative. I don't call myself a republican because I see myself as a "true" conservative. See my "About" section for greater detail. As such, I have to say I am eagerly anticipating Kerry's speech conceding the election to Bush in about 45 minutes (maybe it will happen by the time this post hits).

I have to say I'm deeply concerned about the future of both parties. Clearly Democrats have lost touch with America in that they lost not 1 but 2 close elections back to back. Not only did they lose the presidency but both the house and the senate. The same can be said for Republicans in that if their support were that strong it wouldn't have been this close. Unfortunately, I think both parties are walking away with the wrong impression as to why they won/lost this election.

Throughout the night and this morning the pundits have been spouting off about the various reasons the demographics went the way they did. The consistent message has been Americans have basically conservative values. The implication being most Americans support gay marriage bans, anti-abortion and anti-stem cell policies etc. I would say this may be partially true based on admittedly horrible exit polls and also on the fact that most states passed gay marriage ban ammendments. However, my personal experience as well as the opinions of almost all my friends is that they didn't vote for Bush per se as much as they voted against Kerry. The same can be said for Democrats. What should this tell both parties about the current voter climate?

I say for Republicans they got a 4 year stay of execution. They have a real problem with voters like myself who do not believe in the pro-life stance of the party. Nor do I believe in their gay marriage agenda. I have a really simple rule for taking a stance on an issue. I support it if it makes sense. If the issue is emotional or based on flawed logic, I don't support it unless it really speaks to me emotionally. For instance, I'm a 2nd Amendment rights supporter. I believe the Democrats have taken stands that do not make logical sense. They assign human emotions to an inanimate object like a gun. They believe guns are evil and therefore anyone who owns one must be evil as well. The assault weapon ban was a classic case of an executive order solely for the purpose of appealing to the liberal crowd without any substantitive results. I own a gun that was not considered an assault weapon. If I chose to use it for evil purposes it would fit the bill just as nicely as any "assault weapon". But this does not make me a criminal. Some of the other laws that increase penalties for crimes committed with a gun, while supported by both parties are still logically flawed in that a crime is a crime. How much MORE of a crime can you make it? And if it was a crime in the first place, the criminal clearly was obviously already breaking the law. Additionally, what message does this send to a victim. How do you think a convenience store clerk held up with a knife (believe me it happens) feels about her perpetrator only getting X amount of time when another clerk held up at gunpoint gets X + 5 years simply because there was a gun involved.

Honestly, I don't know how to fix crime in America. But blaming an object is not the answer. This mentallity is a slippery slope. What's next? Baseball Bat? Hell a man robbed a bank in Australia with a crossbow. Criminals will find a way to commit the crime. I think statistics back me up on this. It's time to consider the source. The criminal. How do you prevent someone from becoming a criminal?

This is an instance where I feel the Democrats have taken a stance based on popular beliefs and polls no matter now ineffectual resulting legislation is. I spent 8 years watching Clinton make policies or endorsing/signing bills that I felt were solely to win a popularity contest with voters.

Let's throw any reality of this claim out for a minute. We can argue motives of candidates for years. The simple fact is, it is MY belief. I voted for Bush because I believe Democrats generally don't have a real stance on anything. I believe they take stances they believe the public wants to hear. The whole "flip flop" criticism of Kerry is what sits in my craw about Democrats. It's why I put aside my disagreement with Republicans on abortion, or gay marriage, or stem cell research to vote for Bush. I did not believe Kerry when he said "I have a plan". I did not have any conviction that when it came down to crunch time on a divisive issue Kerry would take a real stand. I felt that he would put forth measures or bills that missed the mark intentionally to appear he was taking a stand but really didn't. Worse, I thought whatever agenda he pushed would be so full of loopholes or problems that it would actually be a drain on Americans to try to stay "within the law" on whatever legislation came of it.

Whether this would have happened or not is irrelevent. It is a fear I had. It's a fear almost all of the conservatives I know have. When you say Democrat, we think "polling policy" or "flip flop" or "waffle". It's an image problem they have to change.

The Republicans have their share of problems. Though I do not think they realize/admit it. Take Iraq out of the mix for a minute. I think the Democrats could run a pro-gun, pro-military (Really, not someone who threw away their medals. Someone who has a history of kicking ass when needed) candidate and stand a serious chance of winning an election. The only thing that would give ME pause would be the label "Democrat" for the reasons stated above. I think they are seriously losing touch with a group of voters who are genuinely conservative. They feels it's no one's business what they do in the bedroom, or with their bodies. They feel gays should be able to do whatever the hell they want. They believe the government has no business deciding whether or not a woman should have an abortion. Criminals should suffer the full consequences of their actions. They should also get fair and proportionate treatment. It's ridiculous for a man who at 18 got caught selling a joint to spend more time in jail than a man who killed his wife. You can't expect to secure America with open borders so on and so on.

In 4 years, the Republicans could be in for a real eye opening loss if they continue down the same path. They will alienate a growing number of conservatives.

Happy Election Day!!! I certainly hope you all take the opportunity to take the one time every 2 years to exercise the power of the american citizen. Even if you live in a state where you don't believe your vote will make a difference. It does and I'll tell you how.

In the 2000 election the popular vote was won by Gore by about 1% give or take a few tenths. My state is not considered a swing state. We've voted consistently for one party for the last 30+ years. I haven't looked at exact numbers, but in my lifetime I don't remember my State ever coming out differently. In fact, there is a consensus amongst many of my colleagues and friends that voting is worthless because the result will be the same. The electoral votes will go to one candidate because historically they always have. While this may be true from a completely technical perspective, there has been 4 years of Democrats claiming Bush "stole" the 2000 election. Imagine what might've happened if all of those people who didn't vote because they were too lazy or complacent to think they made a difference actually cast a ballot anyway. I don't think there are enough people to change the way our electorate would vote. But maybe, just maybe there would have been enough votes to close the gap. Even if the electorate never changed, might this have silenced the "Bush stole it" crowd? Of course I'm speaking solely from my State's perspective. But I think when the elections are predicted to be this close, if you DON'T vote, you threw away not only what little power you have, but you're right to question the outcome. When my friends and I argue politics, the first thing I ask is "Did you vote?" If the answer is "No", their opinion is irrelevent. They simply did not contribute to whatever situation we are arguing about. I at least have my 0.0000000000001% influence.

I also urge you to think before you vote. Don't trust Bush or Kerry. Get out and read. I've argued my opinions here even though I try not to be political. All of my arguments are based on research. I don't like having a conversation and be at a disadvantage because I don't know the facts. Go out and read articles about Halliburton, or the economy. And don't read articles from the so called "pundits". They are all part of the marketing machine for one side or the other. They all firmly believe the American people are idiots and won't do the research I'm talking about. For them, it's a matter of pushing the right buttons that sit with say... women... or minorities... or christians etc. I call it "polling politics". Take a poll, agree with the majority. In the current age of Google, Yahoo, Ask Jeeves, and the hundreds of search engines out there, anyone can take an hour to find tons of non-partisan material on any issue.

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This weekend seemed both too long and too short at the same time. We started with the Halloween Party Fri. night.

In the past, this party was usually an all-night drunk fest. As we all grew older and had kids the party went through various ups and downs. Last year was awful. Everyone left by mid-night. This year was ok. We ended up partying until 3:30am. I spent most of the time talking with a couple of fellow musicians discussing the possibility of getting a band together for fun. I spent a few minutes talking a little bit of shit to one of the single women there. Mrs and I got trapped by a woman dressed like Lucille Ball. I tuned out about the time I heard her say "My brother-in-laws Uncle's niece" or something like that. The rest of the time I heard "wah wah waaaahh wah wah". I went inside to "get a beer" and left Mrs listening to her life story. I caught hell for that later.

There were a bunch of "new" people there. These were people the hostess has befriended from her kid's school. I think Lucille was one of those people. Apparently, the women decided to have a little fun with one of them and told them that this was a swinging party. Then they talked one of the regular girls into feeling her up. I think it was more funny to the regulars than the "new" people. That was about as close to anything out of the ordinary as we got. The evening ended when "the Drinker" (see last post) ended up sitting in a chair with her head sagging, her eyes closed, and mumbling something incoherent. I ended up having to do a few shots with her. But I managed to stay away from the shot table enough to outlast her. Somewhere along the line she confided that since the baby she couldn't do shots like she used to (which was my point from the beginning). I told her I couldn't either and we should focus our collective energies on fucking someone else up. Unfortunately, she was too far gone to make it happen.

We spent Saturday "recovering". Mrs had to be up early to take C to a birthday party. I spent the day doing housework. Saturday night Mrs and I decided to go out to dinner for a change. C really enjoyed it. The restaurant was pretty cool but it really lacked some key elements like... parking. They had valet parking. But you had to wait a really long time for the one poor valet to deal with the demands. We were the only people ready to leave, but there were about 10 cars lined up that were arriving. It took us about 30 minutes to get our car.

After we finally got our car, we decided to go get a movie. C got a kick out of roaming the aisles of the video store. I was a little uncomfortable there because we noticed after a few minutes we were definitely the minority. I'm not often bothere by these things. But there were quite a few "gangsta" types there. ALL of them running their mouths. Not to us. But they really didn't seem to care who heard them say what. I felt a little bit uncomfortable hearing them say "fuck" and "shit" around C. Mrs and I let it rip when it comes to language. But not around C. We grabbed some movies and left.

We took C for her first "real" trick or treating. She's been before, but she had been too young to really get it. We only went to a few friends houses and it was mostly to show off C in her little outfits. This year it was all about trick or treating. She had the cutest little costume. I usually don't get all gushy. But to see her shuffling up to the doors (a side effect of the costume) and saying "Trick or Treat!!" had me grinning from ear to ear all night. The poor thing could only go so fast though. She was a "big girl" and wouldn't let Mrs or I carry her. It took us 2.5 hours to go around our block. We didn't even make it down all of the side roads or loops. Just the immediate block around us. We had a hard time prying her away from each house. She carried on conversations with every person who answered the door. Asking them a TON of questions. Mostly about whatever was around their porches. She had a ball. We made it back to the house and she immediately started rummaging through her bag holding up different pieces of candy like they were gold. Mrs and I felt like we were 100 yrs old. As soon as C was in bed we crashed.