Goings On in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

 
 
Good Monday morning to you!  I’m procrastinating on a HUGE project that I need to do this week, so I thought I would do at least something a little productive (at least for my mental state) and get an entry out of my system.  I think then I can get on with my Monday…it’s going to be a long one!
 
So the week’s been a little bit interesting as I’ve been single girl again for going on 8 days now.  SexyPants left early, early last Monday and doesn’t come back until late tomorrow night (I’m going to pick him up at the airport because I LOVE to do it).
 
I’ve chilled out quite a bit since I last wrote.  My issue was the fact that we are not very connected when he’s traveling, and SexyPants sensed that.  He’s been really good about staying a little bit more in touch via text as well as the phone, and I’ve actually gotten MUCH less anxious about the fact that I don’t hear from him sometimes for a whole day and rarely at night.
 
Here’s the thing.  If he’s going to be on the prowl and IF he’s going to do things that are not on the up-and-up, he’s going to do them whether we’re checking in with each other or not.  I’ve written about this before.  Remember CC?  He was banging every female he could get his hands on and still managed to text and call many, many times a day.
 
SexyPants has gotten much better about telling me how busy he’s going to be on a particular day as well as sending me sweet messages when he can.  We’ve been talking when we are able, and even your notes have helped me relax and actually enjoy my activities without phone-watching.
 
So lest you think that I spend my days and nights co-dependently pining away for my baby, I’m happy to report that it hasn’t been that way.  I had a blast this weekend, starting with Thursday night.
 
That was loft-hopping night.  I know I’ve written about this before, but about every other month my loft has an open loft night, where they pick a floor and the residents of that floor can open their lofts so that others can see their personalities and decorating style.  I always LOVE to loft hop.  This time happened to be my floor, but you know what? I decided to keep my loft closed so that I could see my neighbors’ places and not worry about who was peeking into my closets and such!  Plus, last time I opened my space was the night that TMG was supposed to help me and he bailed (in a really ugly manner). 
 
So loft hopping was fun.  The event is always catered in the hallway and then the residents can do whatever they want to on the inside of their place.  My next door neighbor is a professional singer, and she basically did a nightclub act for a few hours.  Oddly, she served Jell-O shots as an accompaniment.  I hung out there for a little while, until Barry (this guy who sometimes semi-stalks me, long story) showed up and sat down next to me and asked me a million questions.
 
Ran into Dave and Donna (neighbors on the 4th floor) who always open their loft after every floor party, but they weren’t doing it this time.  Not sure why…and they really weren’t either!  Still, they invited me over (just me!) and I didn’t feel done with socializing so I went and they opened up a couple of bottles of Champagne.  Nice.
 
We talked about their upcoming wedding (11/11/11….hah!  Remember mine was supposed to be 08/08/08?) and the preparations they were doing and how they were feeling.  It’s Donna’s third marriage and David’s second.  They are both in their 50s and a VERY attractive couple.  I used the opportunity to get a feel for how they both felt about marriage just for my own sense of how people who’ve already been married twice (ahem, SexyPants) feel. 
 
Donna’s reaction was kind of interesting to me.  She was sort of blasé, though very happy.  It was Dave who was doing a lot of the research and legwork, and Donna mentioned that she thought it was really “cute” that he seemed more excited than she.  I guess at marriage #3, you feel kind of been-there, done-that?  I mean, they’ve been together for something like 7 years now.  I think they’ve lived together for most of that time.  Maybe that’s not a great way to get a comparison to my own personal experience?  I don’t know.  Just observations.
 
I was hurting a bit on Friday by the end of the work day, but actually had two events to choose from for Happy Hour celebrations.  I knew I didn’t want to stay out late, so I went to a new (at least to me) restaurant with some girls from work.  VERY cool venue in the Design District, and I’m glad we started out early because we had the best seats in the bar.  It filled up pretty quickly, but my 9pm I was so ready to call it a night—even though my new friend from work, JS showed up.  I was just in pain at that point.  So I did call it a night and actually had a chance to talk to SexyPants before turning in.
 
Saturday was nice and kind of lazy.  I knew I needed to get some work done, but it was such a beautiful day. I talked with SexyPants a few times during the day (as well as his son, who likes to call me sometimes when he’s at his Dad’s…I find that so endearing—he’s even asked his dad if I can come to Denver to visit during one of their weekends *squish*).  Stuff was going on with Son (that I’m still not quite ready to delve into as I’m not sure exactly how I feel about the whole thing).
 
I ran.  Posted some crap on Facebook (and stalked EXMS—argh—so mad that I did that because he’s posted a photo of himself with his girlfriend/new fiancée?? And I can’t stop looking at them—double ARGH!!).  Shopped a little.  Tried to connect with Cindy and Ali to see if they wanted to go to a fashion event with me.
 
Of course, I knew neither one of them would go (I’ve kind of lost touch with my girlies a bit, as I’ve spent so much of my free time with SexyPants when he’s in town—need to take corrective action on that ASAP.  I mean, it’s not like I don’t know that he’s not in town at least every other weekend to see his son).  Anyway, I decided to go to the event solo, as I knew I would know some people there anyway.
 
WOW! Am I really glad I went!  A spectacular event, with velvet ropes and lots of beautiful people—local fashion designers who I knew and hadn’t seen in a long time, local celebs, etc.  I got hit on a few times, and that was a nice ego boost as I’d been feeling a little “eh” lately.  I don’t know.   You know?  I’ve been feeling like I need to step up my game, so I dressed to kill and painted my lips a deep, deep red wine, and straightened my hair.  I was a little bit va-va-voom, and I liked the reaction – a LOT!
 
But I drank a little too much and was going to go to another venue with my designer friend.  Well, it took him too long to close up shop and go, so I ended up going back to the lofts because I was too nervous to drive around tipsy.
 
Still, that didn’t stop me from going to the bar in my building and getting simply HAMMERED with one of my neighbors!!  Oh lawd, what did I do?  And what did I say?  I vaguely remember telling him about SexyPants and how in love with him I am.  I vaguely remember rambling on and on and on about random embarrassing stuff.  I do remember him being really patient and sweet with me.
 
However, I didn’t really remember giving him my phone number until I got a text from him yesterday asking if I’d recovered!
 
Oy.  Yesterday was painful.  Didn’t make it to church.  Didn’t make it to run.  Basically didn’t do much of anything except take myself out to eat spaghetti and meatballs (craving!) at a sports bar where people were watching the game(s) (of which I really didn’t pay much attention), and then I went to the office to try to get some work done.  Did not make a great dent.
 
So here I am.  And I need to finish this entry and get going.  Tons of stuff to do (that I’ve now been doing off and on for four hours), and I need to get on the ball.
 
SexyPants is in two days of all-day/all-night meetings and I probably won’t talk to him until I pick him up tomorrow night and that makes me a little sad, but…I have adventures to get to for now!!
 
OH!  He sent me the cutest video of himself  by MMS!!  And I made a video reply for him (which I haven’t figured out how to post here or I would share it with you, friends!)
 
So until the next installment and I figure some shizz out, I love you more than hot, steamy latte on a cold, cold winter’s day. With whipped cream!