Slow Day in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Man. I’ve been hung over all day. And now I need to rally because I’m going out again tonight with Jen and another girl from work (the girl I was with when I met New York Fling from a month or so ago).

I didn’t intend to get drunk last night. But I’d been in meetings all day and didn’t get out of work until late (which is typical—even though my counterpart leaves each and every Friday around 2:00 or so), and I just didn’t feel like going home and moping around…or even worse, packing.

So I went to a bar to have one, maybe two, glasses of wine. I was sitting at the bar, all by my lonesome, and decided to call Las Vegas Guy. I told him I was lonely, and we started joking about both hopping on a plane and meeting in a city halfway between (he was at his house in California last night). Well, I was joking. He was serious. As he was calling airlines and checking prices, my old nabe Julie called and decided to meet me out. And then so did Amy and AJ. It was officially a party.

We ended up going to several different bars, and I ended up hammered. I kissed some random guy named Carlos, and I think I generally acted like an ass. Oh well.

Apparently, LVG called me a few more times and I don’t even remember the calls. I also don’t remember the drive home. I suck. I am so lucky once again that I didn’t get busted or in an accident.

LVG called me today and told me that he was glad to hear that I let off some steam last night, but also was quizzing me to see if I really was serious about our pseudo-relationship. This guy is so ready to be my boyfriend. So much so that he is willing to fly me across the country so we can see each other more often. I feel shitty about not feeling romantic about him because I like him so much in a friendly kind of way. But when he starts talking all lovey-dovey on the phone, I get nervous and clam up. I should just let him go. I really should.

And now I need to straighten up the loft and get ready for company. And then I’m going out and (hopefully) won’t be getting drunk tonight. Think that will happen? Well, I do have a busy day tomorrow, and I don’t want to spend it being hung like today. Today was such a waste.

Still haven’t heard from my Aussie Agent since that first email. That means I’m picking another destination for my vacation. And it also means that I’m doing it alone. UNLESS…I take my vacay in San Francisco (stay with LDL) or New York (stay with Stephan) and use some of that time to interview. I’d still like to leave the US.

I have a lot of decision-making to do.

I looked at a loft to move into temporarily until I make the BIG MOVE. Compared to this place, it blows. But I have to remember that it is temporary. Rent is somewhat less expensive (though it’s only a 1 bedroom as opposed to the 2 bedrooms that I have here). I dread, dread, DREAD moving again. I wish I was making the BIG MOVE right now instead of doing this in stages. One step at a time, I guess.

Better go straighten up now.