Loosen up, whites

So last night I was reintroduced to the joy of spendovers. One of my very best pals Sir Magness is wrapping up work here in the city while his fiancee and baby (affectionately known as G Digital Fresh, thanks to the Pimp Name site) are about 100 miles away in their new digs.

So, we wanted to hang out. RobMag also needed a place to stay. So, we ate some dinner, had some laughs, and pulled out the ole futon. And sure enough, just as it was in days of yore, the minute I turned the lights out we started chatting non-stop. I had forgotten how fun this is. Do y'all remember how fuckin' sweet spendovers could be? Secrets, laughs, Ouija, and someone making pancakes in the morning. Anyway, now we can talk about grown-up shit AND freeze each other's underwear (you're lucky I didn't get my hands on those boxer briefs, Fly R!).

*Please note: The amazing RobMag has become the only man I am not Involved With who has experienced the "Grae falling asleep" phenomenon. When gearing up for sleep, I have a short life span after becoming horizontal in the dark. I have learned to cram in all the good talkin' fast, because sometimes I fall asleep in the middle of sentences. Now that I've explained this to you, you'll be prepared at our spendover for my sudden silence and steady breathing.*

Spendovers are the bomb, my darlings. We CAN, in fact, have people over (even of the opposite sex), chat with them, laugh, talk about hand job techniques, and then go to bed. Period. This is fun stuff. Just another example of the beautiful things that life bestows upon me.

Your homework: Invite a friend over! Have a PJ party! Insist that everyone get goofy jammies and slippers, then eat cheesecake and lots of ranch dressing. Remember that we're all in this together! And turning the lights off lets people talk about the shit that really matters!

Here's what happened after my night of giggling and fun:

Warren Beatty/my trainer really whooped my ass. I am feeling the burn as I have never felt it before. I am struggling. He says, "Live in this moment and focus on what is happening. This will pass. Have some joy for this moment." and I immediately think I would have more joy if my goddamn abdomen wasn't on fire, but then I realized: he is right. After my moment of zen, he follows up with, "Look at all these white people. So uptight." So I am both enlightened and perplexed.

As I finish the set of what I call CRUNCHES OF DEATH, PAIN, DESTRUCTION, and HAND PUPPETS (so it's a little wordy, f off), I realize that Bill has taught me the secret of meditation and why it is so powerful. We live in fear of the future, and skip the joys and realities of RIGHT NOW.

The bottom line is this: Have a spendover. Enjoy your friends. Appreciate your life. Love this minute. And loosen the fuck up, whites.

Cracka! g