I woke up hangover-free this morning. But I’m still exhausted and bluh and junk.
Left work last night at 7, which meant I was late for my workout and still felt crappy from Sunday’s all-day Margaritafest and late-night multi-birthday party hopping (of people I didn’t even know!). I was so looking forward to curling up into my familiar fetal position and recuperating for the rest of the night.
But Matt called as I was leaving work and wanted some company and asked me to go eat some fish tacos with him. Well, who am I to say no to fish tacos? Actually, Matt is leaving tomorrow for Italy, and he’s possibly going to work on getting me an “in” with his company again (this is the thing that fell through last month), so I wanted to make sure to talk it up some more. I felt the need to make sure he knows I’m still interested.
Plus, Matt is quite an ego boost (almost as much of a boost as my secret OD friends *kisses*). Every time I see him he tells me how wonderful and pretty I am and that I’m such a catch and on and on. That he can’t believe the shitheads that are out there and what is wrong with these guys?! Can’t they see what they’re missing?! Aaah Matt. Keep it coming, sweetheart!
But on the flip side, he gave me a bit of a stern talking-to. Told me to stop being so damn nice. Also told me to give up on Hy. I know to listen to Matt. After all, he’s the one who got us together in the first place.
The latest on Hy is that he’s leaving for London next week and will be gone for two weeks. He told me that our next rendezvous should be in his neck of the woods, so I’ve been asking when he wanted me to make the trip. And although he calls me almost daily, he has gotten to the point where he keeps putting me off and putting me off about the next time we’ll see each other again.
So fine. The slate is officially wiped clean.
Tonight is going to be bizarre.
I’m going to a work-related charity event. It’s black tie. Can you imagine Mr. Peepers in a tuxedo?! I can’t wait to see it! The only bummer is that Big Boss has decided that she’s not going. Know why? She couldn’t find a dress! I think part of it has to do with the fact that Peepers wants to dish on what everyone is wearing, and that she’s so insecure and self-conscious that she couldn’t bear the thought of anyone talking about her.. *ahem* ..greatness. I cannot even imagine what she would have worn anyway. I’ve only seen her wear frumpy pantsuits. Oh how much I wish she was coming!! Imagine the great entry that would’ve made!
I’m wearing a simple and classic floor-length sheath. It’s navy blue crepe. With blue velveteen spaghetti straps. It was the biggest find of the year at my favorite consignment store! How much does it rock that I paid less than $20 for this little number! And the best part: Size 6! It’s perfect. Classy and figure-skimming and a steal!!
The downsides: I couldn’t find the navy strappy sandals that I just knew I had in my closet, but oh well. The black strappies will have to suffice. My chest has been broken out with stress bumps for a few weeks now. Makeup will cover, but it’s still no fun. I’m lacking in the ritzy jewelry department. But I do have these great earrings and I guess I don’t want to wear a necklace anyway because it will call attention to my made-up chest. I have to get ready at work since I don’t live close and the event is at a big fancy pantsy hotel across the street from my office.
And I don’t know whether to call this a plus or a minus, but panties will not be happening tonight! Figure skimming=no room for panty lines!
Ug. Not really looking forward to this. It’s all political crap, and I’m sitting at a powerful table. The big, top head honcho from my division is sitting at my table along with the head honcho of my biggest supplier. I’ll be the lowliest person there I have to behave and stuff! No fun!
But I do think that a bunch of “fun” people will be going out afterwards. I’m debating. If I’m feeling the way I do right now, I will not be making the scene. If Suzie twists my arm, well you know what’s going to happen.
And yes, I do realize that I’m setting this thing up for a story tomorrow. But don’t get your hopes up.
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