…and now it’s Monday and we start all over again. I swear, every Friday I tell myself I’m going to burn out at work. Just fry myself into a pile of ashes. And all of a sudden, the weekend appears! Taking it all away. Well, at least taking some of it away. I still find myself fretting about the workweek ahead during the weekend. But I know now, that it doesn’t help to go in on the weekends because I can’t get squat done.
The weekend flew by so fast. Like a blink.
Friday night was Becca’s Birthday/Slumber Party. Started at 7. I didn’t get home from work until 7! So I felt really rushed and really exhausted by the time I grabbed my jammies and sleeping bag and wrapped her gifts and ran to the store for Haagen-Dazs and Sour Patch Kids (hey, what’s a slumber party without those essentials??) and got to her place. I did pretty good. There by 8.
All the girls were already in their bedtime garb by the time I got there, and dinner was being served and the wine was flowing. There were nine of us in all. It was exactly as I’d remembered the slumber parties of yore (okay, except for the alcohol part). There were party favors and sleeping bags strewn about. One of the girls even brought one of those classic Barbie doll cakes…you know the kind with the doll stuck in the center and the skirt is made of cake. Mass quantities of food. It was great.
One, I repeat, one beer for me. That’s all.
Convo was typical of a slumber party: boys, then girl gossip, then boys, then beauty tips, then boys, then farts…pretty much in that order.
Some of the girls tried to help me piece together my fateful New Year’s Eve, but they were just as confused about what was going on as I. The good news is that “Guy” (the guy who took my drunk ass to Mark’s and then left while I was out cold) was apparently gorgeous. Well thank goodness for that. Other than that, I got a good ribbing about (plus a demonstration of) my dancing skills on the stage. Yeesh.
After gossip and gifts, it was movie time. Fittingly, we watched Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, during which about four girls fell asleep. Then, again fittingly, we watched Heathers during which I fell asleep. God, we’re old. We were all asleep by midnight!!
Since most of us were on the floor, we woke up fairly early. I had to be outta there by 9 to go workout. I feel bad that I missed breakfast. Becca makes a mean cheesetoast.
Saturday seemed to fly by. I went to work out at a new gym that is closer to my apartment, and I don’t like it. I’d gotten up too late to attend my class (Sat. AM aerobics), so I was on my own. I don’t work out well on my own. I find excuses to slack. Good thing I see my trainer, Bill tonight. He’s going to blast my butt…in a good way (I hope)! I think he’s going to try this new yoga class with me. We’ll see…
Saturday afternoon I got my nails done and then went on a mission to find something smashing to wear for my company-wide presentation. Found a couple of great suits and tops. I now need the perfect boots, but that’s another story.
At one point of my shopping excursion, while I was in the dressing room, my phone rang. It was Russell. He’d sent me a note earlier in the week about having dinner Saturday night with the CEO of his company and his wife. I’d sent a note back saying that I was available. My dressing room conversation went something like this:
Me: Hello?
Russell: Do you know who this is?
Me: Who (I knew who it was).
Russell: It’s Russell (like it should be some kind of big surprise or something)! I was just calling to see if you were going to back out on me tonight.
Me: Back out? I told you earlier that I was available.
Russell: Well, I’m just leaving the opportunity open for you to back out now.
Me: Why are you so negative?
Russell: Nobody’s ever told me I was negative.
Me: Well, I’m telling you now. Do you want me to back out?
Russell: No. So should I pick you up to go to [Fancy Schmancy Restaurant], or do you want to meet me there?
Me: I’ll just meet you there.
Russell: Well, what’s the matter? Don’t you trust me? It would look stupid if we met each other there.
Me: Do you want me to go or not?? Just tell me what time and I’ll meet you there.
Russell: Let me check on CEO and wife. I have to see what time the babysitter is coming. I’ll call you back.
Me: OK. * click *
He never called back!!
Not that I really waited or anything. I went about the rest of my day. But when six o’clock rolled around, I knew I wasn’t going out Saturday night. And that was fine with me. I got a great night’s sleep after pretty much tossing and turning all night on Becca’s floor Friday night.
Oh well. Another one bites the dust (even though I figured he was gone after the first date).
NEXT!!
Got up Sunday morning and drank a whole pot of coffee. That seemed to spin me right into a cleaning frenzy! My apartment soooo needed it! The weather was wonderful, so I opened up my back door and most of my windows and let the cool, fresh breeze blow completely through. Then I put on some music and got on my hands and knees and scrubbed for hours! Now, I really have to be in a cleaning mood to get on my hands and knees!! My place looks spectacular!
Oh dear, looks like I must split this entry for OD limitation purposes!!
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