And now it’s Monday morning! I always try to make up for lost sleep on the weekends, and it never quite seems to happen. I feel so guilty when I find myself napping on the sofa on Saturday afternoon—but I did it on Saturday anyway!! Oh well. It felt sooooo good!
Especially since I got my butt out of bed early on Saturday and made it to my old workout class. Hadn’t been there in weeks, and people were asking me where the hell I’d been. Funny too, since I moved, I thought the drive there would be so much further than my old drive, but as it turns out, it took me exactly the same amount of time to get there! I have moved a thirty minute drive away from my old place. It used to take me 15 minutes to drive to the gym. Guess what? Turns out the gym is exactly half way in between my old place and my new place!! Kind of a dumb revelation, I know. But it’s the little things that excite me the most! I can be such a dork!!
Friday after work I treated myself to a manicure and pedicure. I always like to have nice fingernails, but I need to start doing the pedicure thing more often…ohhh la la….what a wonderful thing! To have someone massage and pamper my feet is like a slice of heaven! And it’s always a bonus to have them looking great afterwards. I wear high heels to work every day and then I work out on them after that. I have major calluses on them. I never really thought that much about it until the last guy I dated made comments about my calluses! How embarrassing!! Oh…he was gonna pamper my ass and buy me pedicures and keep me all pretty…but he sure ended up promising the world and delivering nothing!!
That’s Dude I’m talking about. I haven’t heard from him in weeks now. It’s very sad how we just faded away. Especially since we were friends before any of that shit. This is exactly what I didn’t want to end up happening!! I must have scared him with the talk of wanting a boyfriend. But damn if he didn’t freak the piss out of me when he spoke of weddings and marriage and the future. Shit, all I wanted was a boyfriend for cripes sake….and here he was talking about when we’re old and wrinkly!! Let’s take it one step at a time, shall we?
Anyway, I think I hurt his feelings because I sort of blew his birthday. Long story short, he was going to come with me on a business trip to NYC. His birthday fell in the middle of my trip, but he ended up waiting until the last minute when the tickets were way too expensive….and then I ended up really, really busy and I wasn’t able to do anything special on his actual birthday. I bought him some stuff while I was there that ended up being the wrong size….and then we could never get our shit together for me to take him out for a good steak dinner (he’s the biggest carnivore I’ve ever met).
And it seems that we both just kinda let it peter out after that. He got sick and I called to check on him from time to time and offered to bring him stuff, but he said no. Finally, when he was starting to feel better, I called to see if he wanted to meet me at “our” hangout, and he never returned my call. That’s the last I heard from him. It’s been a few weeks now.
The only thing that bothers me about this whole ordeal is the fact that we were buds before. I think we will probably be buds again, but we just need to give each other some cooling off time. I hope this is our cooling off time right now, and we’ll get over it and be buds again. I really like Dude. He’s smart as a whip, and funny and clever. He’s just not right for me.
In other news, a girlfriend of mine who moved far away was in town over the weekend. We (she and several other friends) made plans to go out on Saturday night. Well….what do you expect when you try to get six fancified women organized and together and on the same schedule?? You should expect to be late! Okay, I did expect them to be a little late, but two and a half hours??? Come on, sistahs!! I was the last to be picked up (only one driver!!), and I was almost fuming by the time they got to my place….but I sucked it up because it was really great to see my chickie-buds.
We didn’t sit down to eat until 11:00 PM! I hate going somewhere that late, let alone eating that late! Usually, everybody’s already drunk and obnoxious. I hate being sober around wasted people! It’s terribly annoying. Now, if I’m as eff-ed up as the rest of the gang, then it’s hilarious! I always wonder just how annoying I am in the eyes of a sober person when I’m wasted! I am pretty certain that I am irritating if not completely outrageous! I do know that I get a serious mean streak and I have to be careful about that. I can’t believe that I’ve lived this long without getting my drunk ass kicked!
Anyway…seeing the girls was fun, and the venue was okay…but like I said, the entire crowd was three sheets to the wind when we got there. When that happens, I seem to always want to make up for lost time by drinking a lot…and fast…like shots and stuff! No, not smart, but oh well.
I certainly paid for it. I woke up in the middle of the night fully clothed on the sofa! The TV was on, the lights were on….and I had taken lunch meat and cheese out of the fridge and made a sandwich without the bread!! Nice! I can’t believe the cat didn’t eat it, but I’m sure he was trying to stay as far away from me as he could!! I got up and tore off my clothes and fell into bed. I felt pretty crappy when I finally woke up, but nothing a lot of water and some aspirin couldn’t fix.
My mom came to see me yesterday. It was a really nice visit. She hadn’t seen my new place and my new neighborhood. She loved my place and we took a long walk around the “hood”. The more I explore, the more I love the area!
Well, I need to run because I’m running out of space, and I need to bust ass!! I know, kind of a pointless entry…but that’s my life right now!
Later!
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