We skipped the buffet....

and just ordered breakfast in the room. We had another serious talk about how badly we'd both been burned in our previous long-term relationships. SWSNBN was named and thoroughly discussed. We decided to simplify and villify our exes and move on. We called SWSNBN and Cheating Bastard about every profanity and combination of profanities we could come up with. It was fun. Then we had crepes and Mimosas. I love the concept of booze for breakfast. I guess I could have it every morning and walked downstairs to the store buzzed, but it would seem out of place. That never stopped Weezer from coming to work with a beer, but I guess that's why he's required by law to take the bus.

See you in the funny papers...
The apparently affianced Simon Wolfe

She remembered...

When I opened my eyes this morning, she was staring right into them. "You can rescind your offer." She said. "I didn't get it in writing."
"I don't think you quite grasp that I'm getting the better end of this deal." I said.
"Can I come back with you now. Back to Ohio with you from Vegas and just have some of my stuff sent there. I'm not really living anywhere. I don't have anything unpacked but some clothes and most of them are with me."
"Sure." I said and thus changed my life real quick.
But I took it slow and sensible with She-who-shall-not-be-named and that crashed and burned like you wouldn't believe. But SWSNBN always made me feel just a little uneasy like I wasn't quite good enough for her. I should feel that way about Maricel, based on looks I'm way out of my league, but I don't. I am very much at ease. Which is an unusual feeling for me. Kinda makes me uneasy.

Life Changing decisions...

are probably not best made at three in the morning after a night of drinking... Or are they? I guess I'll know depending on how well this all works out, won't I. I asked Maricel if she might like to come to Toledo for an extended visit. She had been waiting for that. I fought against the urge to drag her out for a Klingon Wedding. They have them, ya know. Instead we decided that Maricel would come to stay (I guess live is the word, but I'm having trouble with it) with me and see if she could stand me. That wasn't how she put it, that's how I put it and she laughed loudly at that. She was drunk. But we'd see how well she'd get acclimated to living in a new place that gets very cold. And I said if it looked like... I don't know.... like something good after six months we could get married. So if you still feel the pressure to get married, but don't mind living and sleeping together, how good a Catholic are you? I don't know, but I think I just proposed. Weird. Let's see if she remembers it in the morning.

I went dancing....

Well sort of. Maricel danced and I stood there and watched doing only a slight bit of swaying. I haven't been dancing since college other than getting dragged out onto the floor at a couple of weddings. But I took advantage of a dance floor filled with guys who can't even sway as well as I do. At least I can sway to the beat. I know I'm getting old, everything sounds LOUD. These kids today and their music... I heard a lady tell the woman she was with that watching all of those Comic book people roaming the hotel made her feel like Jane Goodall. I laughed really loud and when she noticed my Wolverine fancy clubbing shirt, she looked really embarrassed. But I had a good time, a whole lot to drink and then a long late-night discussion with Maricel about life, the universe and everything. Which led to....