Sweet Tea

I need to buy some more of that sweet tea vodka. It is so tasty. A little lemonade and it tastes just like sweet tea. Every time I drink it, it makes me want some chicken wings. Why, you say? Because the only time I ever drink sweet tea is when I'm at Fire in the Mountain eating chicken wings.

Yesterday, NWT was just crazy. Effendi was going psycho being the online bully and threatening physical harm. I'm not too worried about it. Lance and I talked about it yesterday when I came home from work. Effendi sent me a PM and basically told me that if I didn't keep a leash on my boyfriend, he was going to hurt him.

I said whatever. I'm not scared of you. To which he replied that I should just be silent. Whatever that means.

People who don't know us will often think that since Lance has the louder and bolder personality, he dominates our relationship because I'm a passive mouse. For those who do know us, they know that this isn't the case. I'm pretty easy going and really mellow. I also know what I'm worth and what I deserve so if I think he's being disrespectful to me (which seldom ever happens) or doing something stupid, I'll tell him. Just because we don't get into publicly doesn't mean we have a lop-sided relationship.

Anyway....that party that was supposed to happen at the 2410 by Danny G got cancelled. Spun Academy has taken it over and since they have DJs play at Mt. Hood every now and then, they're going to have all interested DJs go there instead. I don't know what that will mean for the ravers since...well...Mt Hood is a ways away and it's probably going to be outside.

We were going to go but Lance cancelled. No communication from Spun. It's better that way. Our friends Burnside and his wife, Stephanie, are flying in from Idaho and will be here for the weekend. AND my uncle's retirement party is on Saturday.