Havent been writing. I think its because I dont really feel like Im moving in the right direction. I feel stagnant. In fact, in some respects, Im moving backwards. No major work stuff going on (besides travel, travel, travel tomorrow begins a three-day west coast extravaganza and then travel every week for the rest of April). No new home improvement projects started (in fact, the place is a mess). No exciting tales to tell. No gym in like, forever. Ive been so sleepy. So very, very tired all the time. And I know its lack of exercise and catch-up on lack of sleep during my slightly manic phases.
I spent three hours in my lovely dentists chair yesterday. Id decided earlier that I didnt need any stinkin Valium this time. Nosirree. I was gonna be a brave little patient. I also wanted to be fairly coherent so that I could flirtatiously bat my eyelashes while he worked on my mouth. But I found myself really nervous right before I left work to go to his office. And it mustve showed. Because my counterpart at work asked me what was wrong. I told her. She suggested taking a couple of slugs of vodka or scotch before I went.
Thats CRAZY, I thought.
But where did I find myself before I pulled into the dentists office? Thats right. The liquor store. Purchasing a little bottle of Absolut Citron. I figured it would go down easier than most other stuff. Nice. You cannot imagine how I felt knocking back a few from a brown paper bag in the parking lot!! Honestly, I could only sip. Im not one for slugging the likker. I probably had the equivalent of one shot. But it did soothe the nerves a bit.
Until I got inside and he put on the nitrous. And then it felt like I was going to pass out! And unfortunately, he turned down the juice after that. And soon I was all numbed up, drills were whirring, and my beautiful dentist was encouraging me to hang on sweetie, youre doing great.
There is absolutely no way in hell to bat your eyelashes flirtatiously where youre in that condition. Or position. Im sorry.
I do however, get to see him again in another two weeks. At least I sort of look forward to seeing him. Still, as cute and sweet as he is, this shits getting old. Plus, look. Im one step closer to becoming a complete and utter drunk. Oh shut up.
Im going to try to look at the bright side of things. I suppose that getting my oral situation in order is a check off the old stagnancy list, eh?
What else can I turn into a good thing?
I have been getting out and about. A bit of socializing never hurt anyone, right? Well, except maybe my dates. Mr. Unmentionable, less than a week after telling me that he didnt want to hang with me if I wasnt going to be anything more than a friend, asked me to go to a wedding with him last week! Not sure why I agreed, but I suppose that anything that gets me out of the apartment once in a while is a good thing.
And we did have a great time laughing it up at the newly wedded couples expense. Ugh. Those poor souls. I swear, if I ever get married, it will never be a big production. Too much room for embarrassing flub ups and certainly waaaaayyy too much stress.
I did sit next to a professional baseball player. That was kinda fun. And I met some other interesting folk a fashion designer whos just starting to sell her stuff to the Hollywood set and her deliciously younger jewelry designer boyfriend among others.
All in all, it was a fun event. Though Im now probably completely out of Mr. Us system on account of being purposely difficult and refusing to oblige when he lunged at me with his lips.
What else what else? Im digging really deep now. I did have a girls nite last Friday, but I was so exhausted from Thursday nights work dinner/wine guzzling competition (my old buddies Tony and the gang). Um. Thats really all I can think of.
So yeah. Work. Travel. Dentist. Some socializing. Thats it. Thats my whole life right now.
I suppose it could be much, much, much worse.
But I want to make it so much more. Better go for now. I need to pack .
Loading comments...