Frenzy in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

In the midst of frenzy again, and I just have to suck it up and go with it. Just as I got one major presentation finished on Friday, I have to have another (completely different) one done by 8am on Thursday. Ugh. I could have busted my ass all weekend on it, but I slacked. Even though I was in the office most of Sunday, I found ways to procrastinate…productive ways like expense reports and such, but still. I didn’t get far on the task at hand.

Doesn’t help that I lined up social events for this week either. And even though last night’s ‘date’ blew me off, I ended up having dinner with a friend of my parents’ who happened to be in town and wanted to catch up with me. So no work was done by me last night. In fact, four glasses of wine were consumed by me. Even though I’d told myself I was going to work after our visit. Way to go.

It was fun seeing Dick though (parents’ friend and neighbor). He’s a looming, fairly gruff ol’ guy. But such a wry sense of humor. His phone number spelled out without area code is BIG DICK. Needless to say, he fielded a number of calls during dinner.

Last night’s non-date was supposed to be a screw-you to Quentin. Jen and I had gone out on Friday and ran into the guy who hosted the party where I met Q. over a year ago. I don’t think I’d seen him since, and I certainly wouldn’t have recognized him had Jen not pointed him out. But he sure remembered me! He was asking me all about Q. and if I’d seen him lately and how things had gone with him. I told him that things hadn’t gone with Q. and that I let him kinda sorta hurt my feelings (mutual, I guess). And he sort of half-ragged on Q. regarding his quirks and such.

Then he suggested that he and I go out under the guise of ‘getting back’ at Q. I don’t know. It was funny at the time, but the more I think about it, the weirder it sounds. Didn’t matter in the end anyway, because the guy called me yesterday and left a voice mail telling me that he couldn’t go out with me because it was his dad’s birthday. Huh?

Whatever. No skin off my back. I only wanted to go out with him so word would get back to Q…which I’m sure it will anyway. These guys are pretty good friends.

I guess the question to ask myself here is, WHY DO I CARE?!

Moving on.

New York Fling and I have been in touch somewhat, but I can already tell that I should probably leave it alone. We’ve TM’d and VM’d and even spoke on Saturday, but it just sucks that I’m here and he’s there and unless something drastic happens in the next couple of days I don’t plan on being in New York for a couple of months. We’ll miss each other in Las Vegas by mere days (he’s going for Labor Day wkend, I’m going for business the week before), and who knows when he’ll be back in the Great Midwest (though he’s promised that he will be back because of a friend commitment regardless).

And Las Vegas Guy is still around. Get this. He’s planning on flying in for the closing of my loft! How funny is that? He seems to think that I need someone to hold my hand during this process. Um. He’s right. So I’m secretly pleased that he’s doing this for me.

But then I spoke with my parents yesterday who seem to think that they need to come up and hold my hand as well. So looks like a gigantic group hug is going to happen during the closing of the property. Won’t that be thrilling?

Well, guess I better get ready to head to the old grind. This entry is yet another procrastination tactic. It worked. But now I need to bust hump.

I’m sure I’ll be back sooner than later.