Yeah. It’s official. I can’t live without OD.
Sunday morning. Going to meet the girls downstairs in the lobby at 10:30 so we can snack and then do a little personal shopping at H & M , one of our most favorite places! You guys who don’t get to the east coast or Europe very often and don’t know what this is, watch out! I predict that H & M department stores will start popping up all over the USA very, very soon. Very stylish; very inexpensive. Cool concept. Easy to shop. Watch for it. You’ll thank me.
Went out with Tiff and Jules last night. Tiff’s friend Kim met us at the Underground bar at the W Hotel in Union Square. Kim’s super cool. A stand-up comic (hey, AMo!). I’ve met her before and didn’t know this, but Tiff told us that Kim has a condition that causes hair loss so she wears wigs.
So I met this pretty interesting/strange man last night who wound up sitting with us and chatting with us for most of the night. He’s a neurosergeon turned lawyer. When he introduced himself, he gave me his first and last names, like I would know him. Supposedly regionally famous or somethingorother. Whatever. He was buying our drinks.
Guess he got pretty sloshed because he got quite a bit touchy-feely with me. Then moved on to Kim. He has a fascination with hair. He kept trying to rub his fingers through her hair, er…wig. What an uncomfortable situation. I tried to avert his attention so he’d lay off poor Kim. Unfortunately, this worked all too well because he moved on to playing some sort of kissy face game. AND because he was so handsy, he somehow got engangled in one of my giant hoop earrings and gave it a little tug and slightly ripped the piercing! It didn’t hurt, but when I went to the bathroom and looked, my earring looked like it was just hanging by a thread of earlobe! Eek!
Time to go.
I’d tried to call Cute Canadian Boy to meet up, but we somehow kept missing each other. I woke this morning to find two messages from him. One was just minutes after I’d called him the first time. Bummer. But all’s not lost. We’re supposed to have tapas in SoHo tonight. So hopefully my phone won’t screw up and not deliver messages several hours later like it did last night!
Well. I need to run for now. Time to shower and get ready for another brutal day of shopping.
Woe is me.
Oh yeah. One more thing: Tiff and Jules don’t know about my upcoming career move. But I hinted last night. It’s killing me not to tell them. But I haven’t gotten the offer letter yet (should come while I’m gone), and it won’t be official until I sign those freaking papers!!! I’m an idiot for hinting, but I kinda like having them in suspense!
Okay. Now I’m going.
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