Good times, great oldies

So last night, a friend from out of town took me to a baseball game. This friend and I met at a party in Chicago a few years ago during which I threw myself at him like Jackson Pollack threw paint at a canvas. All I had heard about him was that he was an iconoclast and, at that, I knew I had to have him. It was like when I was a little kid and my mom took me to pick out a kitten. There were three perfectly lovely grey tabbies, mewing and snuggling up to me, and then there was one little white bastard that tried to bite my thumb off when I picked him up. Guess which one I picked? Well, all I can say is that I hope my iconoclast doesn't get feline leukemia.

Old Iconoclasty Friend meets me at a bar before the Cubs game and I immediately notice something about him that's different. Couldn't quite place it at first and then I saw it...the smile. He was smiling. And he was doing it in a totally non-ironic way! He laughed at me without sarcasm or bitterness when I screamed "SLIDE MOTHERFUCKER!" during a particularly tense play. It was nice.

But, this old friend is ultimately going back to Gotham to be unattached, violently sarcastic, slightly miserable and perpetually congested (maybe he DOES have feline leukemia!) and I'm going to stay here, in the city he loves, all by myself.

Bring on the dancing bears. The Queen wants to take her mind off things.

Etching?

I'm wondering the origins of the phrase "Come up and see my etchings" which is, of course, 1950's speak for "come over and do it." Why did etchings equate with sex? How is that at all an entendre?

Am flirting via email with a boy I had to explain the phrase to. Perhaps if they can't share my frame of reference, that should be a red flag.

Oh, so this is what the hell you people are doing...

I have to have a blog, now, don't I? Everyone else in the world does and, being a highly self-centered person who believes her life should be chronicled in every conceivable way, this seemed not only appropriate, but necessary. Welcome to my blog. I refuse to be nice here. I refuse to apologize. I refuse to play patty-cake with my detractors. I refuse to acknowledge the stupid. More later.