The end of another week. Why do Sunday nights always make me blue? Im sitting here in the romantic glow of my computer eating cold Chinese take out, mulling over my Friendster profile, and anxiously awaiting the next installment of The Restaurant. Im even considering making a phone call to LDL. I feel like a big, fat loser.
Speaking of fat, I finally purchased a scale for my bathroom. Ive never had one. Ive always weighed myself at the gym. But Ive never figured out where the scale is at the gym thats close to work, and I realized that I havent weighed myself in forever. So I bought one. And yes, the pounds do keep creeping up, dont they? A couple pounds here, a couple pounds there. Yech. No wonder those cute clothes dont look as cute as they did a couple summers ago. I just put the rest of the Chinese back into the fridge. I am disgusted. Its time to get really serious. I mean it this time. I do. I mean it. Seriously. Mark my words. Tomorrow.
Wishing I was heading back to NY tomorrow. I had a great week last week well, with the exception of the weather. While trying to fly into La Guardia, our plane was diverted to Allentown, PA because theyd shut down all of the NYC airports. We sat in what looked like a cow pasture for several hours. They wouldnt let anyone off the plane, and the flight attendants refused to serve any alcohol. Interestingly, the pilots came out of the cockpit and mingled for a while. I got ants in my pants and actually went up to the cockpit and hung out with the first officer! We chatted until air traffic gave the go ahead to take off. I asked for one of those plastic wing pins, but they told me that they dont give those out anymore. Terrorist threat, you know. But when I relayed the story to Best Bud, she told me that it was illegal for passengers to go into the cockpit. I guess its illegal to do that if the plane is actually in flight, but not if were sitting in a cow pasture during a thunderstorm, right?
Crazy Tonys party was hilarious. Maria really outdid herself. She had actually flown in a few of their friends to really surprise him. I thought one of the special guests was a stripper. She was this voluptuous blonde wearing a skimp-skimp-skimpy red dress and red stilettos. Tony was blindfolded and she ran into the room. When the blindfold came off, this woman practically attacked poor Tony and almost licked him to death. Turns out, it was Marias best friend! Funny, Maria didnt fly in Tonys wife or his kids! Hm. But I do know that shes throwing another surprise party for him. I think itll be a little more low key than this one.
BUT she also flew in an incredibly delectable Italian man. Massimo. Thats right. Direct from Florence. Maria kept shoving me in his direction all night long. It was embarrassing at first, but as the night wore on, Massimo and I got very friendly. I found myself walking hand in hand with him through Times Square (hed never been) on the way to another bar. Though I loathe Times Square, it was actually quite romantic in a bizarre kind of way. Wed walked many blocks and had talked about so many things and finally realized that wed completely broken away from the group. We finally caught back up with everyone at the last bar, where everyone got shnockered. At it approached 2:30am, I suddenly realized that everyone had left me! I had ended up on the dance floor with some guy from San Francisco, and after I went to the bathroom and came back to the bar, everyone was gone. So I sadly walked myself to the hotel, stopping along the way for the greasiest slice of pizza ever (and I wonder how those pounds just creep on, dont I?). The guy at the hotel mustve felt sorry for me (boy, I must have looked glum all dressed up with a greasy wad of dough and cheese in one hand, a diet Pepsi in the other and a lost look on my face) and directed me to a secret back elevator so I wouldnt have to walk the stairs to the lobby!
Next morning I had to get up bright and early to give about six presentations throughout the day. Groan.
But I got to have dinner with Best Bud that night. I took her to a restaurant in SoHo via the A train and along a walking route that forced us to walk right past Canucks apartment! She joked and sort of accused me of stalkerish behavior. Yeah, so I suppose it appeared that way. Id be lying if I said that I wasnt harboring a small hope that we might run into him.
Alas, it was not to be. I cant wait for the time when I can just go to New York and not think about him anymore. I know that time is coming. It just cant come fast enough.
Had a good visit with BB, though. Short and sweet, but nice.
I want to write more, but I think I ate something bad. I have just spent the last hour running back and forth from the couch to the bathroom, thinking I could get ill at any moment. Damn cold Chinese food.
Ill be back when my tummy settles
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