Will I ever learn? Nope. But did I have fun? Hell yep.
My body loathes me now. My mind is mush. I’m confused and weary and frankly, I just don’t care any more. I had an amazing and sort of unbelievable weekend. And the only thing I think I can chalk it up to is a change in the way I’m wearing my hair. I don’t know. I can’t figure it out!
I gave myself a messy part down the middle and ran the straightening iron down the length of my locks and voila! I feel like I’ve transformed into a new person!
Friday night I went out with Tara who’s been doing freelance artwork in my office. I’ve always thought she was cool and looked like she’d be fun to hang with, so I asked her if she wanted to do a happy hour type thing. We met at my favorite tapas place and had a fairly mellow evening. I told her all about my guy situation and she told me about hers, and I ceremoniously removed Ethan’s listing from my mobile phone and we had a good laugh about that.
Then we went across the street to my favorite Brazilian bar where I became annoyed with everyone and everything. I don’t know. I’m so sick of being “chatted up” by freaks and dorks. The only redeeming moment was when someone asked if Tara and I were twins. It was a ridiculous comment, but being 10 years Tara’s senior well you know
We called it a pretty early night.
Saturday was interesting. Starting with seeing LDL online. Telling him that I missed him on IM was not the most brilliant thing I’ve ever done. It led to a phone conversation, which led to the realization that he’s still a big butt wipe and that fact will never change. I could just hear it in the tone of his voice. He will always be a condescending, overbearing, manipulative weenie.
So why do I sometimes feel like I still love him?
Saturday afternoon was spent cleaning. All afternoon. It was a massive undertaking. I swear, if I’d spend just thirty minutes a day cleaning up around my apartment, I wouldn’t have to waste a whole friggin Saturday once a month! It kinda pissed me off, but it’s so wonderful to have a squeaky clean apartment. I say that every time. But it’s true. And you just never know when the apartment will need to double as a crash pad. Chez Ginger? L’Hotel Snap?
While I cleaned, I waited for the phone call from Theo. Yeah. Theo had called me at work on Friday to see what I was doing Saturday night. I told him I didn’t have plans yet, so he asked me out in his now familiar very tentative way. Penciled me in and told me he thought that he might have an obligation to do something with some friends of his, but he’d call on Saturday afternoon to confirm.
While I waited for the phone call, Lovely L. called to see what I was doing and to see if I wanted to go eat sushi and maybe go to a blues festival. I immediately called Theo to see if he still wanted to go out or what. He didn’t answer so I left a message.
Two hours I waited for his return call! He finally called back to tell me that he was going out with the guys! Asshole. But then he also asked if I wanted to get coffee the next morning so that we could catch up. I idiotically agreed. Unbelievable!
Lovely came over late. Too late to go to the blues festival. I was grouchy and hungry and getting tired.
We got to the sushi place, and I finally started to relax. Saki helped. The groovy bartenders helped even more. We ate at the bar while a DJ spun hot and sexy tunes and our bartender came out from behind the bar to serve us saki in a box and shake his stuff in front of us. All the other bartender had to do was just stand there and look gorgeous. Damn. They told us about a bar down the street. Said they’d be there after they closed the sushi place.
We left to go find the bar. Couldn’t. Broke down and called our dancing bartender. He talked us through it. Found it. Total hole in the wall in a really crack-looking neighborhood. It all seemed pretty shady to Lovely and me.
Until we got inside. Whoa. Could it be the city’s best-kept secret? I guess not. It was packed. Immediately, some guy ran over to Lovely and me and asked if he could buy us drinks. Sure, sucker. He just kept ’em coming too! Could it be my new favorite place?
Music rocked. And so did everyone in the place. Lovely and I just kept kinda looking at each in disbelief. How come we’d never heard of this place before?! Was this some kind of bizarre dream?
Before I could even settle in, some guy took me by the hand and told me that he wanted to introduce me to all of his friends. Walked me over to the other side of the bar. He was tall, with a mess of dark, wavy hair and a half-smirk on his face. Cuuuuute. Introductions were like a blur. I think he was trying to introduce me to everyone there! Then we started talking.
His name is Devin and he’s a sucker for redheads. Handsome in that almost gangly, boyish, disheveled way. He lives the ultimate bachelor lifestyle and hosts big parties every weekend. An anesthesiologist by day, wicked party boy by night! Wow. Told me he’d spent most of his life being a geeky bookworm and now he was finally living the high life (I wondered exactly how high when some guy walked up and whispered something in his ear).
Told me he wanted me to celebrate Cinco de Mayo with him on Sunday. Asked for my phone number and programmed it into his phone. He sweeeeeet talked me until I felt like warm, gooey honey. And then he told me he had to go and was looking forward to seeing me the next day. Handed me his business card, and I looked at it
[[record scrrrrraattchh]]
I’d met him before! I knew I recognized him! I’d met him a year ago at another bar!! He’d given me his card and told me that he wanted to take me out on his Harley the next day. Never called. Never wrote. I finally ditched his card.
I told him all of this, of course. He gave me a sheepish, embarrassed look and then smiled a big, sweet smile and promised that he’d call and sort of snuck away.
Riiiiiight.
I made my way back to Lovely and the drink-buying guy. Lovely was all, “What the hell was that?” I started to explain and Drink Buyer had to go. No sooner did he leave, when two more Drink Buyers filled his spot!
Definitely my new favorite place!!
All too soon, it was over. The place was closing and the bartenders were giving us the boot. The New and Improved Drink Buyers turned into Breakfast Buyers by walking us across the street to the taqueria and feeding us! It was to the point of ridiculousness, but it sure was a blast!!
At some point, I noticed that I’d missed a phone call. Devin. He called to tell me that he would call me again the next day for Cinco de Mayo. Well, well, well
Lovely ended up spending the night with me because I asked her to stay at Chez Ginger! Too bad I was out of coffee in the morning! I need to learn how to be a better hostess.
(To be continued )
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