I had the day off yesterday and I must say, although I was in a bit of a state because I was not getting paid since I must be there to accrue hours, I rather enjoyed it. Strange, that I was afraid I wouldn't....I must be a workaholic. Martin Diego (pronounced Mard-teen Dee-yay-goh) invited me to a Spurs game In San Antonio a couple of weeks in advance. For those of you that don't watch sports,the Spurs are the official NBA San Antonio Basketball team. For those of you who don't know me....I hate basketball. He arrived at my house at around 1:00 in the afternoon. We caught up on the past two days events as I continued to get ready. I chose a white turtle neck with cuffed sleeves that stop right above the elbow and paired it with black boot cut slacks and spike black leather boots. I finished the ensemble with a black gauze scarf tied around my hips . When I was powdered, pouffed, smelling faintly of "Beyond Paradise" and sufficiently goddess-like we agreed to leave. Standing at my front door as I was locking up, he produced a digital camera from his pocket. I looked at him quzzically and he said "It's tradition! We have to take a picture of the tickets." I thought it strange but pulled out the tickets and fanned them out so he could get every printed detail. As I wondered what culture, sub-culture or cult might have a tradition of taking pictures of tickets before leaving the house, I held them out for him to snap a shot. At the same time he leaned in, put his arm around me and held up the digital to capture us both. Once I realized that the pics were supposed to be of us AND the tickets we laughed. On the inside I felt like a total ass of course. And off we went on our hour long road trip to the SBC Center. With Charter Level tickets in section 8 row 6 seates 9 and 10 we were right on center court...Spurs V.I.P.'s! Martin was in sports heavan...and even though I have never really been a huge basketball fan I could do this once a week if I had those seats and the guy who brings me margaritas and nachos so that I don't have to get up! It is hard not to get caught up in the game when you can practically smell the sweat...I got some great pics with my little disposable cam. We were so hyped up on adrenaline that we were offering our own players game strategies, booing the opposing team (this game it was the Houston Rockets...Yes Yao Ming is huge mass of man!) and at one point I told the ref that he sucked! I guess the words flow a little more freely when you have had a few margaritas. Everyone in our section was either shooting teguila or sipping some kind of alcoholic beverage and every bit as involved in the game as the players. It was fun to see people my parents age get buzzed and let loose! And even the littlest kids who could barely walk and talk yet were yelling out "dee-fense stomp stomp dee-fense stomp stomp!!!" When it was all over we were still hyper and ran around taking pics then headed home, laughing hysterically and holding hands, I realized that this had turned out to be one of the best dates I had ever been on... and to top it off "my boys" as I now refer to the Spurs, won! Yeah baby! I feel somehow that I did too. Now what to do about the sex issue? I can wait for a few months...I think, but that's a story for another day.

Still trying to improve the blog it is starting to drive me crazy. I am sure I'll live. Regarding Martin, I have found that daydreams turned reality can be even more pleasant and also cause more daydreams. I twirl his hair around my fingers and get to kiss his supple lips whenever I get to see him. I feel a little guilty though since I know working at the hospital and going to school full time are a lot to handle for anyone even a "Superman" like him. He will spend all his spare moments with me. At my apartment, or at the movies with me, or wherever we decide to go...I can't imagine how tired he must be, but he insists he is not too tired to be with me. So I guess I can't let myself feel responsible if and when he decides he has to sleep in one evening. I suppose I will cross that bridge when I come to it. I must admit I am getting very used to him being around, but I am still treading lightly, I don't want the rug to be pulled out from under me and not be prepared...I mean that is what ususally happens to me, so I am not going to get too used to him yet.