Ten for Last Week in These Foolish Things

1. I forgot to tell you in my last entry while I was on the plane that the flight crew thought I was “somebody” even though I was sitting in economy class. It was kind of comical because they were giving me all of this special attention for some reason. Turns out, it was because of the outfit that I was wearing and the flight attendants were buzzing around. At one point I got up to go to the bathroom (in First Class because I was sitting right behind that section) and the FAs just oohed and aaahed as I walked through the front galley. So right before we landed, there was a male FA who came up to me and told me that they thought I was a celebrity (weird right, but oh well??!) . You can bet your sweet ass that I’m wearing the same outfit on another plane today (black dress, black patent peep toe pumps, vintage wide leather wrap belt topped with long-ish sweeping lightweight knit jacket). I’m heading out to give a presentation to my dear friends at Big Retailer. This should be interesting. So far, no real special attention from the cabin crew, but then again, we have a ways to go…

2. The trade show ended up being as much fun as you can possibly have at a trade show (at least in my industry). It’s a happy business – kind of feel-good, and everybody was in a pretty good mood. First day was slow, but the second day I ran my ass off and was double and triple booked for meetings. It’s nice to be busy during those things. Ran into some peeps from long, long ago who moved industries like I did. One woman in particular I used to work with at the company where I was fired (!). She and I both commended that while we like what we are doing, we’d rather be back in the crazy fashion world. Tis true. We’d give up comfortable for the fashion drama!

3. It didn’t hurt that on the second night I went salsa dancing with my friend, Jesus (his real name…he’s from Venezuela). We went to this club that was a combination of a cruise ship showcase and a Latin nightclub. It was late, and it was AWESOME! They had these professional dancers who would go onstage in their Dancing With the Stars sparkly attire and do these incredible dances, with the whirling and twirling!! At one point, I told Jesus that I really wanted to dance with the hot dancer onstage, and before I knew it, I WAS!! Yes, Jesus made it happen (with some beautiful Spanish and some palm-greasing). We drank until we were bombed and took a taxi back to the hotel where I proceeded to kick Jesus out of my room before he got handsy.

4. On the way back home from the show, there were flight delays galore for some reason. Weather and some other technical delays, so I had dinner with some of my co-workers, including Ms. Brown Noser. This one. She kills me most of the time, but we ended up getting on my Tinder account after about the third glass of wine and the second flight delay and had a heyday. I made the mistake of letting her do some swiping and before I knew it, I was texting with another PILOT. We all know my weakness, don’t we? Next thing you know, we are texting and Facebook friending and trying to determine when we could see each other! What?

5. Said pilot and I texted over the next several days and he was all gangbusters to meet me for some reason. Maybe a hookup, but it felt even more urgent for some reason (maybe to murder me??!). Regardless, he made plans to fly into town tonight (!!!) and to hang out with me tomorrow (Good Friday, and I actually have the day off)! He made reservations at a downtown hotel just three blocks from my place. How much fun! And if I hate him or vice versa, he can always go back to the hotel or even back to the airport to fly home…or in his case, he has a trip to Delhi on Saturday.

6. Plans all came crashing down, however, when he texted me on Monday telling me that his ex has “the flu” and is “contagious for the next 5 days”, so he has to watch their daughter. No biggie, I guess, because…whatever. Guys are ridiculous and regardless of whether this was the truth or a lie, the whole thing was completely far-fetched anyway. Still, it was a fun planning a little fantasy date there for a while. I thought about all the cool places I could take him for a day – especially if the weather was nice!

7. Oh. Well.

8. Got invited to two St. Patrick’s Day parties on Saturday (yes, after St. Pat’s Day), and they just happened to be right across the street from each other! One invite was from an old friend I hadn’t seen in a long time (actually, a friend of a friend). The craziest thing about this particular party was that she’d moved into a house last year that I’d actually looked at buying waaaaay back when I was with EXMS. Do you remember him? He was my first ex-fiance! How crazy is that? I really, really wanted that house as it is an adorable old Tudor in a perfect location! The price was high, but it would have been worth it. But how crazy that someone else ended up buying it and completely renovated it into a Restoration Hardware showroom? I’m not kidding, this place looked like the inside of a magazine…beautiful, but strange to see. Party was a nice little brunch – bloody marys and mimosas. I’d walked the dog over (nearly 4 mile walk). The other guests were interesting, but kinda douchebaggy guys who were doing “edibles” (these gummy pot things) and acting douchy. Surprised to be hanging out with those kind of guys. Still it was nice to go to a house party for a change.

9. 2nd Party invite was from a guy I “met” on Tinder (hahaha!). His friend was hosting the party that was literally across the street. So this guy texted me and said that they were still prepping for their shindig, so I just invited him over so that we could meet in person. Sure. …OMG, was this guy BIZARRO. First of all, he didn’t look anything like his photos. He had a MANBUN. He was super effeminate. He waved his arms all over the place, talking about some kind of weird “energy vortex” that all living matter has. He said he was a personal trainer of these kinds of energy vortices. I have no idea what he was talking about. Shortly after our conversation started, he said he was going to go back and help his friend finish getting ready, and told me to come over when I was leaving Party #1. When I walked over there to say hello, their whole party had left to go hang out on a rooftop close by at the block party. I never saw or heard from the guy again.

10. Time to start over. Every day is a new day. I’m finishing this entry the day after I started it. Finished the presentation. I’m once again on a plane bound for home. I have the day off tomorrow, and our office is closing early for Good Friday. As soon as this plane lands, I’m going to get my car, drive to the office, review a few things, drop off my stuff, grab my dog (she was staying with another woman from work), and go home to start a long weekend. I’m thankful but exhausted. I need some new beginnings.

I love you.
GS