Its Monday. Gonna see if I can peck out an entry between blows today.
Had an absolutely wonderful weekend. Really, I cant remember the last time I had so much fun on a weekend, not having to worry about the next trip. And to think, Id been worried that it wasnt going to be any fun because Id canceled my trip to New York this week. Huh.
Weekend highlights include the following:
Warm, beautiful sunshine on my shoulders while driving all over town with the top down. Hello, freckles!
Art festival on my block. Bought a really cool printwho knows when Ill frame?
Had Saturday afternoon cocktails with a co-worker who showed up at the fest and called me. I have to admit that I wasnt really looking forward to hanging with someone from work, but it was actually pretty cool. Even though we did bitch about work a little, I feel like I know her a little better and vice versa. Confession: I have a tendency to try to upstage my colleagues at times (no, really?), and I was feeling a little
.I dont know
guilty (?) about being something of an attention hog lately. Im glad we had the opportunity to hang outside of the work confines.
Had flirty-flirty with the bartender during above activity. Cute, but probably more fun to tease than actually play with. Well see where this goes, as he bartends at the bar across the street, and Im there quite frequently with Across the Hall. Its funny too, because AtH goes there even more than I do, and people there tend to refer to me as The Girl Who Hangs Out With AtH. Wait a minute, funny? Or pathetic?
Dinner and movies (again) with Matt and his daughter, Maddie on Saturday night. This is becoming a regular thing with usin fact, it was the third Saturday night in a row. Its almost like we are this little imaginary family, and its sort of comforting in a weird, dysfunctional way. Matt often wonders aloud what people think about us, creating different scenarios
he likes to say that people think we are dating (hes gay), which feeds my ego because hes so attractive, and probably feeds his need to feel normal, as he is such an acceptance/appearance freak. Maddie and I are now buds, which we both think is very cool (shes my 14-year-old girlfriend, Im her *ahem* much older girlfriend). We have girl-talk. I love that she feels comfortable enough confiding in me the things she cant tell either her mom or dad. She whispers things about her boyfriend in my ear. She shows me her MySpace page. I point out guys I think are cute! We laugh and laugh.
Sidetracked in the hallway on my way home and into bed. Different neighborthis time, 2-Doors-Down. 2DD is super cute. Told me he was having a party and that I need to come. Though I was tired from all my family time, I told myself not to pass up the opportunity. One never knows, right?
From the Small World files: who should walk up to me at above party, but Super T. ! I was completely thrown, and it really screwed up my game with 2DD. So much so, that got completely tongue-tied with 2DDs roomie (while I was trying to find out 2DDs status). It felt like a really bad sitcom. Finally, I just gave in and caught up with Super T. Hes dating someone now (as Id figured), and to add insult to an uncomfortable injury, he talked smack about her and tried to hit on me by the end of the night! Sure, it was another great moment for my waaaay overblown ego, but damn! Thats the second guy in a little over a week whos tried to cheat on his woman with me. Granted, I helped the conversation along in both instances, but is this what comes down to? And heaven forbid I should ever start dating someone (which seems to be highly unlikely anymore), what is gonna happen when my hypothetical boyfriend runs into his hypothetical ex-girl?! Ugh. It hurts my brain. And my heart.
Sundays picnic. Now this was a lovely (fairly innocent) time. We had it made in the shade: Matt and Gregory, Maddie, another couple, and me
in the park
some wine for the adults, cheese, sammies, sweets, and Scrabble. I laughed until I cried. Maddie was my Scrabble partner, and the only words we could make up were fairly offensive for some reason. No matter, we loved it! We watched Spring brides have their photos taken on the beautiful hillside [only laughing occasionally], the kids rolling around in the grass, and the squirrels take off with our leftovers. Of course, I spilled wine all over myself and exposed my nipples while lying on my stomach trying to play Scrabble, really upsetting the gay men in our group, but isnt that what picnics are all about, really?
And then, the Sunday blues set in. They were particularly upsetting this time, I guess because they seem to be inversely proportionate to how much fun I seem to have during the rest of the weekend. I was almost glad to be going back to work today, until
my hairdryer blew up this morning, causing me to be late for work this morning, and thats how I knew it was truly Monday. And now
its time for me to get some other un-fun stuff done.
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