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Shit My Boyfriend Doesn’t Like to Hear When I’m Behind the Wheel

In a court of car, the vehicle occupants are represented by two equal parties, the Driver and the Passenger.  These are their stories.

  • Ugh, where am I even going, I don’t even remember.
  • I don’t even feel like I’m using my brain to navigate, I’m going on intuition like a goose in flight.
  • (Gets behind the wheel) Ok, let’s drive this thing.  Now which is the gas again?
  • (Calling from a gynecologist’s office) I locked the keys in the car.
  • (After getting co-worker to pick me up from the gyno) Oh, I forgot I had AAA.
  • It’s near impossible to do the Macarena while driving.
  • Where am I, none of this even looks remotely familiar? (about 5 miles from home)
  • (boyfriend tells a joke, I’m non-responsive, then he nudges me) Leave me alone, I’m trying to sleep.
  • Sometimes I try to see how far I can drive without using any blinkers.  It’s a personal challenge.
  • How am I even awake, this can’t be legal.
  • I wish I had unlimited funds and a hundred cars so I could just crash into all these awful people.
  • I was rapping really hard at these black guys, but I had the windows closed, so they don’t even know it was Will Smith and I looked pretty HAM.
  • What do you mean “I’m driving on the shoulder?”
  • Hey, lean over and smell my face real quick.
  • Oh no, my drill!  (discovering the drill I keep in the backseat took on water during Hurricane Sandy)
  • What, sometimes I have to drill stuff… on the go.
  • Uh, I missed the exit.  (I didn’t even get to the exit) But things look so different….
  • Yes, I have been listening to Billy Joel on repeat for 3 days.  He’s a good driver, just like me.
I say a lot of things.  I’m a good driver though I swear.  
Vroom Vroom mothafuckaaaaas!

When you think Dildo Party, you think of me.

Some people you look at and get to know and you have a good idea of their interests and things they would enjoy.  One of my more rural friends enjoys woodworking and just through a 10 minute chat with him, a new friend had discerned that he would thrive at an arts workshop later next year.  Amazon knows what you’re going to like based upon things you look at, have on your wishlist or have purchased in the past.  They know that I like hair gel, Stephen King and whippets?  Wait, what was that last one?  I’m not necessarily a fan of whippets.  I’ve never done them, but I look at some fucked up shit on the internet I suppose and so one morning I received this email:

One thing rings true to so many ladies that they will always think of me for a certain event.  It’s not brunch, it’s not shopping at the mall, rollerskating, hiking, paint-your-own-pottery or pogs.  Those are all things I’d be totally stoked about. However, no one can come across a Passion Party and not invite me.  There is something about my personality that SCREAMS “I love dong parties!”  In case you aren’t aware, a Passion Party or Sexy Sleepover is a “party” that someone has at their house.  It’s a lot like a tupperware party or a Mary Kay think, it’s sex toys.  Instead of buying food storage containers, you can order sex lubes with a bunch of friends (or family…….. …………….)  Instead of trying on different lipsticks and perfumes, you can purchase porn and handcuffs and dildos.

I’m not a prude.  I’m just not into parties where the only time you invite me somewhere is when you’re trying to sell me something.  That’s not a party, my dudes.  Let me tell you a little bit about what a party actually is. On Saturday night I invited many of my & my boyfriend’s friends over the house to drink, eat, chat, laugh, fuck around and not give us any money.  We put up a bunch in effort and money to provide merriment for people we like!  I’m not complaining about any of it – we love to entertain.  What isn’t a party in my book is when the only time you invite me to your house is when you have like no good snacks, no thoughtful cocktails and you want me to BUY THINGS.  No!  At least a garage sale is straight forward.  It is a SALE. Don’t trick me into thinking something is a party when it’s a sales pitch!

I’ve been invited to lots of “parties” and turned them down.  I don’t want to buy dip mix, overpriced jewelry, or dildos.  I mean of course I want to buy dildos, but preferably from the comfort and anonymity of my own home.  I have turned down SO many dildo party invitations, it’s not even funny.  I think the most notorious dongtervention I’ve turned down was the one my ex husband’s sister-in-law threw for me the night before my wedding, inviting all the ladies in the family.  My ex’s mother, his aunt, his grandmothers, even his great aunt WHO IS ALSO A NUN.  WHAT EVEN IS THAT I CAN’T KNOW.  I said no thanks and spent the evening before my wedding in the hot tub at the hotel with my real bitches.

The day has come though where I’ve finally caved and accepted an invitation to a buttplug soiree.  A cousin of mine is having one for her birthday.  Soooo… I don’t know, there’s that.  I’ve finally been broken down and my will eroded enough over time that I have accepted the fact that I’m going to a vibrator fiesta and I’m OK with that.  I’m not gonna lie, I could USE a new vibrator.  I am almost ashamed to admit that I have left a path of broken vibrators in my wake.  Maybe not “ashamed” but confused…. I’m not a marathon masturbator and I sure as hell don’t slam ’em that hard or anything, but I keep breaking them.  As Jaclyn put it “it needs to be built for mileage, because I ride ’em to Tiajuana.”  So fine.  You invite me to a dildo party?  Be prepared.  You wanna know what kind of messed up shit I like to do with my private parts, that’s on you.  I’m gonna ask the party consultant a lot of awkward questions.  “What’s the MPG on this rabbit, anyways?” or “Do you have a tester?”  To make things even more interesting, I’ll bring my own vibrator, and ask “What, I thought you traded in your old one for credit, like a used car!”

Wish me luck.  I’ll let ya know how it goes.

Never Over

I made it through Hurricane Sandy pretty lucky.  At our home, we only had some water seep into the car and it only affected our carpets.  Nothing else.  Drive-able, no electric damage, nothing.  We were out of power for 5 days and that was rough, I had my “no electricity breakdown” on day 4, but through it all I knew that I was lucky that I wasn’t among people who lost everything to flood, fire, wind and everything else that happened.

Never would I have imagined that I’d live through a storm in my area bad enough that they hold a telethon for my area.  Not that I got to see this telethon, with no electricity and all.  It’s heartbreaking, seeing all the devastation.  Going through this, it changes you.  Personally, I am afraid.  I’m always afraid of losing power now, because it keeps happening.  We’ve had two times that power went out at our house since it was restored.  Nothing seems permanent.  While I’m thankful and grateful for all the utility workers that have worked round the clock shifts to restore things, and thankful to the fleets of utility workers coming from all over the country to help repair things, I am still leery that our utility companies have legitimately invested in disaster preparedness.  There are still places without power and it is the 13th day they are in the cold and the dark or living in a shelter.  I know that this has been damage beyond imagine here, but I can’t help but worry that the people that we pay to give us electricity and ensure that it keeps flowing and is repaired in a timely manner are not actually putting stock into actually being ready for something like this.

With that uncertainty in my power supply, I don’t even want to go grocery shopping anymore.  I don’t want to lose a bunch of food again do to spoilage from a refrigerator without electricity.  This week after the power went out again, I just was so defeated.  My boyfriend and I only bought a couple things when we’d gone grocery shopping a few days earlier, but what if we had done a whole re-stock like many families have done, and lost $300 worth of food again?  The value of non-perishable food has never been more clear.  I don’t even want to buy food more than a day ahead of when I’m going to use it if it needs to be refrigerated.

There is a gas issue going on in our state.  Two of our biggest refineries are still out of service and we will have odd/even day gas allowances until they are back up and running.  The lines around my area have gone down, but the first few days there were 2 hour waits in some places to fill up your car or people with gas cans for their generators.  Fights were breaking down on line to get gas.  In times of crisis like this, you will see either the best in humanity come forward, and we all help our fellow neighbors, or you will see the worst in people as they fist fight for things they need to survive.

Before the storm, I tried to do my best to prepare.  I did’t think that “the worst” would happen, but I prepared as much as I could anyways.  Doing things also helps to settle my nerves when I’m anticipating something to either happen or not happen.  Here are things that I did before the storm that actually helped:

  1. We filled up the car with a full tank of gas.  I can’t stress how important this is.  The news said to do this, and so we did.  Other people did not heed this warning and then they ran out of gas while on the gas line with less than a quarter in their tank.  Fill up your car before something is about to happen!
  2. Bought non-perishable foods.  We were lucky to still have gas to our house to cook things, so we cooked up our perishable food first and then after that we could still make pasta and things.  
  3. Bought a bag of ice.  When shit started seeming legit, we bought a bag of ice and put it in the freezer.  A few hours after the power went out, we got our cooler, put in our save-able perishable foods and topped it with the still-frozen ice from the freezer.  We thought this would save some food in case we got power back soon.  The power didn’t come back for days, but this makeshift icechest really did help keep foods from going bad.  Half and half for my coffee was good for days.
  4. Filled up empty Poland Spring jugs with tap water.  In case we did not have water, we had 20 gallons of water ready, plus the one case of bottled water we purchased.  
  5. Do all the laundry.  If you’re out of power, you can’t wash your clothes.  If you don’t have hot water, you’re not taking a lot of showers.  Have some clean clothes.  This really came in handy.
  6. Take out money from the ATM.  Mike remembered to do this and it was helpful.  I can’t tell you how many idiots on Facebook or the news I saw lamenting that stores or gas stations were only accepting cash.  We were warned this could happen.  Fill up on cash and gas!  
  7. Have all your supplies at the ready.  When you’re in the dark and you don’t know where your matches, batteries or lanterns are, you are going to have a lot of regrets.  I put a tray table in the living room and on that I put all the batteries, candles, matches, emergency lantern and flashlights on it.  Just the comfort of knowing where your emergency supplies are can deflect the feelings of panic that you’re bound to be stuffing back.  It’s also good to take stock of your emergency supplies before the trouble actually come so you can pick up anything you might be missing.
  8. Get some booze.  Shit be boring in the dark.  Might as well drink.
That’s all I got.  Figured I’d follow up on the post-apocalyptic world that I live in now.  I started this yesterday, and last night I had another nightmare that the power went out again and woke up frantic to check that something would turn on.  That’s been happening a lot… waking up afraid there’s no more power.  Like a weird kind of fucked up electricity-loss PTSD.

At A Loss

Hurricane Sandy happened and fucked the shit out of New Jersey.

I don’t even know where to begin.  I don’t have any personal photos to share.  I’m very lucky to have gotten through the storm with no property damage.  We have not had power since Monday night.  It is Thursday morning that I am writing this.  I know that I am lucky, and I’m not complaining about being without entertainment.  It’s just all so unnerving.  It’s started to get colder and I heated up the house yesterday by boiling several pots of water on the stove and it worked well.  We have a gas stove so we are still able to use that.

I miss taking a hot shower, that is for sure.  Power estimates for my town are November 5th.  Other sources say it could be longer.  I have no idea.  I just go by day to day and see what happens.

My office doesn’t have power so I’m not working.  I can’t work from home because I have no electricity.  I had the bright idea to come to work with my boyfriend who is in one of the remote offices that doesn’t have any of these issues.  I thought I could get some work done, but then realized that if my office does not have power, our servers don’t have power, and I can’t get remote access to any of my shit.  So I’m out of luck as far as keeping myself busy goes.  I’d say that this trip with my boyfriend to his work was a bust, but at least I get to charge up my phone and laptop and mooch some free internets for the day.

There is also the added bonus of being out in society!  I get to see people, be in a warm building and drink coffee that I didn’t make pioneer-style.  Pioneer style coffee, by the way, is not a french press or an open fire for me.  It’s using a match to light the burner on the stove, bringing water to a boil in a tea kettle, then pouring that into the filter basket with the coffee grounds in the coffee machine.  Coffee made out of hardship and strife is the most delicious coffee ever.

The weekend was filled with preparations for the storm.  First came grocery shopping on Friday night.  We were still under the arrogance of “eh, nothing will probably happen.”  It was kind of fun at first because it’s just shopping.  But as the weekend got scarier with the warnings, we bought some more food.  Sunday we did all of our laundry.  Then we went and saw Argo and got some last minute items at Target:  cat food and nail polish.

It was scary windy all day on Monday but not much rain, honestly.  We had heat, TV, internet and all our creature comforts.  The lights dimmed a few times and I knew it was only a matter of time before we lost it all.  I’d been on the internet the whole time, seeing horrible scary reports.  Buildings falling down, fires, Manhattan slowly but surely becoming engulfed by the East & Hudson rivers.  The Jersey shore was a nightmare with pieces of the boardwalk getting carried away while the storm was still 500 miles away from making landfall.

We lost power about 8:30 on Monday night.  I lit candles, and had all of our emergency supplies at the ready on a tray table in the living room.  Without the din of our electronic entertainment, we could hear the panic rising outside.  I looked out our window and saw a bedlam in our parking lot.  Everyone was trying to move their cars to the highest point (right in front of my building) as the water was overtaking all ends of the parking lot.  The street that borders my building to the rear was a river.  It was 5 feet high and thankfully the water crested and halted right at the back entrance door.

I was panicking on the inside.  We hadn’t had flooding like that with Hurricane Irene the year before and the water had came on so quickly.  We weren’t even given a voluntary evacuation order.  While all this was happening I was just so scared.  I saw how fast the storm surge was coming upon us, and I worried for our neighbors on the first floor.  I knew the couple below us had newborn twins, so I knocked on their door and let them know if they take on water to come up by me and my boyfriend.  I guess the water stopped short enough and didn’t breach their home, thankfully.

On Monday night when it became apparent that the power wasn’t coming back on, we put perishable food we could keep or use in the cooler and topped it with the ice we were smart enough to pick up before the storm.  As of yesterday morning, everything was still keeping well, but I’m betting today is the limit.

Tuesday was a day of shell shock.  Seeing the devastation everywhere, seeing that the entire shore has been completely fucked.  It’s depressing on a level few would understand unless you went through it.  Since the estimates on when power came back could be up to 3 weeks, it was time to throw out the rest of the contents of the fridge.  Then we headed to the store and got some more non-perishable food.  Mike cursed out a lady in the soup aisle who wouldn’t get out of his way to some canned goods.

After grocery shopping, we stopped at my office.  With my lantern and a flashlight I made my way into the office to grab some paperwork that I could sort through that didn’t require any energy.  I also had the good sense to empty out the refrigerator there before things got too funky.

The novelty has worn off.  The heat is gone, our hot water is not hot.  Yesterday I slept as late as I could to just cut some more bored hours out of my day.  Then I cleaned the fuck out of the house.  I worked on some paperwork I brought home from work after that with a lantern at the dining room table as four pots of water boiled away on the stove warming the house.  I saw on Facebook that the local brewpub was open and we headed there.  I didn’t realize it was Halloween all day yesterday until I saw one lone person in a “costume” at the bar.  Some sad fuck in a witch’s hat drinking a beer.  We were all just glad to be somewhere, to get some hot food and some cold beer.

I don’t have it that bad, I know.  I think what is unnerving is the complete lack of normalcy.  What is even more unnerving is the constant stream of disaster photos that I have access too at any given time.  Our state is in shambles.  It is going to be a hard recovery.  I came out of this very lucky, but there are people who lost everything.  Not just their property, their homes, but their whole town is just a jumble of boats and houses and trees and poop.  I wish I could help more.. but I’m in it too.  The state is running out of gas, literally, we are running out of gasoline and we won’t be able to go anywhere soon if things don’t change.  I’m just shell-shocked and weary.  I’m not sleeping well from this.  At least I have pioneer coffee.