Glitz and Glitter! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Another splendid weekend spent not going into the office! I’m going to pay for it, though. Oh well. I leave for Las Vegas tomorrow afternoon. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to get everything done before I leave the office, but I’m only one person, right? That’s what everyone keeps telling me.

I don’t even have my meeting schedule together. I guess that will be done on the plane. I love it…flying by the seat of my pants! I do know that I’m having back-to-back meetings (just need to pick and choose for the most part), and I’ve quadruple booked myself both tomorrow and Tuesday nights. Sheesh. I always come home so exhausted from these conventions.

One thing I’m trying to accomplish this time around is some solid networking. No more playing around, getting sloshed, flirting mercilessly, dancing with wild abandon, twirling across the casino floors, and making out with handsome strangers. This time, I’m on a mission! I’m going to do all of the above plus try to swing myself right into a sweet, new job! HAH!

Yeah, well…we’ll see how all that turns out. I do want to meet up with two certain gentlemen about two different positions. And no, I don’t mean those positions either, nasty gutter-mind! But the problem is—it looks like they both might be available at the same time! And the way my schedule seems like it’s going to work out, it might be impossible.

But! I’m not going to fret. I’m just going to go out there and do my best. That’s all I can do, right?? Right? Come on, I need all the pep talk I can get!

I’m sure I’ll have at least one story to tell when I get back. Yeah Baby!! Glitz and glitter!! Viva Las….yeah. I know. Whatever.

Saw my little chiquitas, Lovely L, Anna, and Chrissy last night. No, I didn’t do the hang-out, smokey-smokey thing on Friday like I thought I was going to. When I got to my apartment after work on Friday, I pretty much fell into a coma-like state. I did call Lovely L. and apologize. I felt awful because Anna had flown in from So.Cal. But I knew I’d see her last night, and I also knew that Friday was really no biggie.

Last night was nice. Nothing sparkling and spectacular. Just nice. Ate piles of sushi at a Japanese place I hadn’t visited in years. Although it was supposed to be the happening spot way back then, I enjoyed it so much more this time around. Musta been the company. Or the saki bombs. Or the heated toilet seats in the ladies’ room. Can’t decide.

Naw. It was great to see Anna. She didn’t say one word about her failing marriage. We were having too much fun, and I really didn’t want to ask. I’d gotten all of my info from Lovely L. anyway. And Anna wasn’t volunteering anything. So I enjoyed her always-bubbliness and got swept away in the laughter and overall goofiness of a night on the town with the girlies.

Except one thing: the Chrissy dynamic. I have to be honest. Chrissy doesn’t fit. I’ve never really thought of her as a great friend. I’ve always just tolerated her for the most part because she is a friend of Anna and Lovely L.’s. To be quite honest, she gets on my last nerve. She’s a loudmouth. And I mean embarrassingly, annoyingly loud. And she’s kind of mean. And she’s obnoxious. But most of all, she just won’t shut up! But I never said anything because I thought that it was just me being my usual sensitive self. Finally, last night I realized that it wasn’t just me. Anna and Lovely L. were obviously annoyed with her, and very snippy too. Something must’ve happened before I showed up at Lovely’s.

The fact that Chrissy just doesn’t fit stood out like a painfully sore thumb last night. I felt kinda bad. And our whole night was a little tense. Dinner was wonderful, but we spent the rest of the night trying to find a place to carouse, but nothing was working out and Chrissy was getting cranky and she was driving, so we went home.

[sigh]

BUT—during our search for carousing spots, guess who I ran into? Theo! That’s right! Cute, little Theo. Looking just as darling as ever. Interestingly, we saw him leaving a jazz club as we were walking in. Did I ever mention that he’s a jazz composer? [double sigh] Funny thing: he looked like he was being a third wheel. He was accompanying a guy and a girl. He was most definitely without a date. I gave him the old don’t-be-a-stranger bullshit line. Yeah. Like we’d ever hook up after all those broken pseudo-plans.

No wonder he was by himself. If he does the same thing with other girls, he must never, ever have a date.

Sleepy. Need to finish packing in the morning. I am heading into traveling season, and I’m not quite sure if I’m ready for this. I took Kitty to Mom and Dad’s today and I miss him already. They’re keeping him for a little over a month. After Vegas, I’m back for five days and then I leave for ten days in Europe. Then I’m back for five days and then I leave for five days in NYC. Then I’m back for three weeks and then I leave for a couple weeks in Asia (if the budget and whatever New Sucker plans all work out). Then I’m back for a couple weeks and then leave for the girls’ long weekend in NYC.

So with that I’ll close because I’m now exhausted.

I’m being picked up in the morning, so I can’t be late!

See you, Dear OD+ in a few days!!

(Aw crap, I miss you already too.)