10. Going to Renees 30th Birthday Party: Borderline lame.
9. Realizing that Renees Party + Paul = Icky. Paul making a complete ass of himself trying to impress Renees mother and various other family members. Its quite obvious that theres still something going on with that situation. Its downright odd. I see him in a whole new light and that lights not very flattering. I did not wait for any kind of explanation. I think he could see that I was fairly appalled at his flirtatious antics aimed at Renees 70-year-old aunt.
8. Leaving the party and heading home. Only deciding not to go home after all and instead heading to another venue by myself. Waiting to be chosen to cross the velvet rope. A lot can happen in those lines.
7. Once inside, grooving to the groove and being swept off my feet by one hot hottie after another. Did I mention that I love to salsa dance?
6. Finding out that those hot hotties were major league baseball players (oh, and an agent who I found most attractive of all though in the end turned out to be a gigantic dick). And even though I like to think Im a somewhat savvy, fairly well traveled, level-headed 36-year-old woman, I can see how easy it is to get swept away and into a compromising situation when it comes to dealing with professional athletes. Nothing bad, mind you .but a whole lot of potential for a baaaaaad situation.
5. Being the Not-So-Grand Marshal in a parade on Saturday morning. Good times! My co-worker, now friend, Jen asked me to co-Marshal with her so that she could have someone ride in the car with her. It was cute. I shamelessly flirted with a Councilman and told him that I wanted to discuss some municipal issues with him. He gave me his card and told me that he wanted to make sure that he was doing everything he could to make the city pleasant enough for me.
4. Going to see Hot DJ at the new place. Ended up going solo because Steph never called and Julie never called back and Jen went to a wedding that lasted longer than she thought. So yeah, solo. No biggie. I knew Hot DJ and another couple of guys, but I wasnt so thrilled to have the attention of some drunk old geezer. He was charming at first, but I soon tired of having to repeat answers to the same questions over and over while simultaneously dodging his hands that kept creeping and crawling all over the place.
3. Being rescued by Scott, my new hero. He invited me to come sit at his table where a friend of his was celebrating her birthday.
2. Hanging out with Scott and friends for the rest of the evening, from another venue to an after hours party and on and on it went.
1. Napping. Glorious napping.
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