Mid-August Weekend Ten in These Foolish Things

1. Because I’d had such a cray-cray week last week, what with the Surgeon and the NRA and the craft night with my sweet friend on Thursday night (which made me feel exhausted from all of the talking, talking, talking…and only a little crafting), I opted to stay home on Friday night. This was to the dismay of Maria who wanted me to come out to the fancy pants bar and tell her about the Surgeon. I hate to say this, but I thought it might be a trick since Maria personally knows the Surgeon. I thought for a brief moment that she told him everything I’d said about him being gross and handsy…and possibly drunk when he showed up at my place. Interestingly enough, the Surgeon sent me a few texts from a bar on Friday night. Though I didn’t take the bait, I did text him back to give some commentary on how much I noticed he was drinking. You guys!! Come ON! Who wants to know a surgeon who drinks to excess…many days of the week??! Anyway, I blew off Maria - no biggie - she knew I would because we’d be seeing each other the next day at brunch club and she was going to be at fancy pants bar with other people. I’m so happy I did. That sleep was exquisite and I got up early anyway to do my early Saturday workout.

2. Ugh, Google Docs! You just ERASED my bullet point number 2 and now I have to rewrite it! What a pain in the ass. Why did that happen?

3. Brunch Club on Saturday morning was nothing short of spectacular! This month we ventured out to the suburbs to explore a brand new venue that specializes in biscuits and tater tots. And oh, it was so worth breaking my diet over. Honestly, I didn’t go way overboard, but I did get to experience a fluffy, butter biscuit wrapped around some super spicy fried chicken. Now that I think about it…what a splurge! I even went for the sweet potato tater tots! And a mimosa. As always, the monthly dishing with 8 other women was exciting and fulfilling, but I’d be omitting some things if I didn’t write down the fact that it was kind of a weird experience going all the way into that neighborhood - especially since the biscuit place is about a block from where I used to live with Sexy Pants (before I knew he was a lying cheater) and right across the highway from the corporate office where I was fired several years ago. Yeah, some funky juju surrounding that area.

4. After spending so much mental energy thinking about how those things seemed so long ago and yet like yesterday, I decided to check in on SP’s crazy son on Facebook. Why? I was just so curious about how he’s doing. Now, we’re not friends on FB, but he has a lot of public stuff that probably shouldn’t be public, but whatareyougonnado, right? So. The crazy kid got some girl pregnant and she’s had the baby!! But there’s drama that I can’t 100% figure out. I do know that there’s meth use by the crazy son, and apparently, the baby has been or is in the process of being taken away and placed into foster care. It’s heartbreaking and scary and sad and I’m so, so glad that I don’t have to be a part of this drama because I wouldn’t be able to take it. Seriously. I’m so thankful that things worked out the way they did between SP and me because this stuff does NOT END. Crazy Son will never be okay, and I just don’t think that I’d ever be okay with a not-okay meth-head stepson who is obsessed with guns. Just…no thank you. I suppose my morbid curiosity kind of helps to put things into perspective.

5. After brunch club I got my hair cut. I went to the stylist I’ve been going to for over a year, and I’m thinking I’m going to have to start going somewhere else. First of all, I always make sure I’m absolutely prompt for my appointments and this guy is alllllways running late. I think it would be okay if maybe there was wine to drink or if it only happened occasionally, but this is every. Single. Time. This time, he was so late that he had someone else wash my hair and she did a half-ass job and then walked me upstairs to a temporary chair because he was still working on another client. Finally, he got to me. I’m working on growing out a cut so that I can have a super sleek, all-one-length, precision, blunt look and I’m almost there. I suppose there’s not much to do but shape the ends up and even things out, but it feels like he took 2 millimeters off my length and the proceeded to chat me up for the better part of an hour. Like, stop chatting and get to styling!!! I seriously think he was high. He talked and talked and talked while holding wet strands of my hair in his hands. I kept waiting and waiting for him to blow my hair dry and he’d do it one damn strand at a time and it took forEVer. I was so annoyed by the time I left and it appeared he really didn’t do anything to it. How do I fire him gracefully? I suppose I first must find a new stylist. sigh

6. Mercury was still in retrograde over the weekend, did you feel it? And over the last days of the retrograde, guess who I heard from? Remember my star-gazing friend, the Bulldog? Of course you do. He’s the one who refused to be my boyfriend even though we were doing all the things a couple does. Yeah. So he started texting me several days ago, and we were having some good conversations over the phone and via text and we even discussed getting together for dinner to catch up. WELL. I’d said something about Saturday night, but in the end I decided that I wasn’t up for it - at least not on this particular Saturday. And of course, he got bent out of shape…going so far to say things about how he was my “ex-boyfriend”, which REALLY made me insane because THAT was the whole issue between us to begin with! He wouldn’t be my boyfriend back then, but he remembers us as boyfriend and girlfriend. WTF. He’s crazy-making. I’ve put his memory back in a box.

7. I also heard from Ace, the player. Yes, from recent times. Seems we’re back in communication. And though I’m not into “making it up” to him, I think I might see him again…without all the alcohol on an empty stomach this time. I don’t know. We’ll see. It was such a weird way of leaving things. I feel like there are things I left unsaid? Funny enough, I also saw him on Bumble over the weekend and we both swiped right on each other. I know…this might be a really bad idea…

8. But Mercury is no longer in retrograde as of yesterday, so we can all breathe a little easier and hopefully communicate better as well.

9. I went on the BEST date I’ve had in a long, long time on Sunday night. It was with Athena and it was dinner and a show…a fantastic and flavorful dinner full of good conversation and some bubbles followed by a live band that rocked my soul. Why is it that my best dates and travel experiences are with my women? I am starting to think this might just be the way of my life moving forward. I’m lucky to have my girlfriends. Truly.

10. It was a good weekend. I got good sleep and good carbs and good workouts and walks and good girlfriend time. What more can I ask for?

xox,
GS