Mmmmmmmnnnnmmm. How wonderful to sleep in today. I woke up at 11:00, and have been just lounging around ever since. I cant remember the last time Ive been so lazy.
Had major, MAJOR deadlines at work on Thursday. Thats why I spent two nights in a row at work until 11:00pm. But it felt so good to turn all that stuff in. So good, in fact, that I took yesterday off!! Thats right. What a wonderful, wonderful weekend Im having!
On top of that, I think Ive completely slept off any shape or form of a hangover that I probably would be having had I gotten up earlier.
Saw Ethan last night. Yowza. Got likkered up. Couldnt shut my fucking mouth. What is up with that????? I want to know soooo much about him, but I cant seem to just zip it!! I get so excited. So terribly excited about being with him. So terribly excited about his projects. So terribly excited about the fact that Im sitting across the table from a man whos so much larger than life in my eyes.
He did tell me things last night. Opened up a little. Well, he opened up as much as I would let him .in between spurts of my chatter. I got dee-runk. He went into total care-taker mode. Sweet. I liked it, but Im not so sure how happy he was making sure my drunk ass was okay. We left the restaurant. He drove my car to a bar where he made me sit and drink water while he shot the shit with some guy and drank beer. I just sat there in a daze with a smile on my face. Nice. Nice date, huh?
But I guess it was okay because I think he enjoyed talking to his friend while I quietly sipped my water (first time Id shut up!) and played with his hand. Hed broken his wrist skiing a few weeks ago, so I kinda massaged around it and played with it.
We closed the bar down, and he drove us back to his place. I love his place. He has two lofts that are connected. One side is his office and he lives in the other one. Its a little bit of a maze of wooden stairways and brick walls, and its just cool as anythingchock full of his artwork and musical stuff and just plain cool stuff everywhere.
I told him I had to pee, and he walked me upstairs. When I came out of the bathroom, I walked into his bedroom where we ended up kissing and kissing and he loved on me from my hair all the way down to my belly button. I told him to please stop when he got to the button on my jeans. I was so turned on, but I knew that it was drunken groping, and I didnt want to take it there just yet. I want to know more about him I want to know that there could actually be something with us. I know its insane to actually be thinking relationship right now, but I dont want to just mess around with him. Period.
So I will wait and see how things go. If I can get myself to settle down a little bit when Im with him, then I think there might just be a hint of something there. If not, well its pretty obvious that Im some kind of a glorified fan. And thats just strange to me.
I drove home at around 4. I fell asleep on my couch as Im wont to do lately. I dont know why I do that. But Ive been doing that practically every weekend that Im home lately. Could it be that my beds simply too big for just me and the cat? But it sucks, because I end up falling asleep with my clothes on and my contacts in. Add a hangover on top, and its a yuck combination.
So Ethans producing another show tonight. I cant remember if he asked me to call him. But he will be at the location soon. I hope all goes well for him. Hes just so damn quiet and humble about the whole thing. Im sure he could hype it and spin stories for hours and hours, but he just doesnt.
Do I sound like a gushing, adoring fan?
In other news:
Well. There has been something else in the fire for me that Ive been afraid to even write about for fear of the jinx. I dont really feel like going into all the details because it will only get me depressed on this most wonderful of Saturdays.
Lets put it this way .I thought that I just might be able to turn in my letter of resignation on Monday. I seriously thought that I had something in the bag. I had a meeting on Thursday night, and I thought that I was going to seal the deal and have something incredibly wonderful to write about yesterday.
But it didnt happen, and Im terribly bummed about it.
Now I need a plan B, because I dread the thought of working for this Mr. Peepers Monkey Asshole for another six months or so. The only good thing is that he is somewhat of a buffer between me and Big Fat Ass Boss.
Enough of this crap for now.
I need to get my butt off this chair. Im in desperate need of a Target run, a good floor-sweeping, a scrubbing of the bathroom, and many other things, but Im feeling sleepy again.
Im going to go relax on the couch now and contemplate my options.
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