So. Friday night weddings (see previous entry for context). They are tough to navigate if you have to put in a whole days work, but it was worth it to go last night. The bride and groom were adorable, the MOB (my good friend Marci) looked amazing (but very frazzled at the end of the night), and more of my/Marci’s friends showed up than I thought. People flew in from all over the country to attend, and it was such a happy occasion regardless of the night.
The drives to and from the venue were really panful, though. First, getting through rush hour traffic was awful, but I’d planned for it, so it wasn’t like I felt stressed because I was running late or anything. Going home was a bit worse because there was a lot of unexpected construction on the freeway going home. It was around midnight, and I’d had a few glasses of wine as I’m sure most of my fellow travelers had as well. It was a good 30 miles back to my downtown home and by the time I got home I was T I R E D!!!
I parked my car in front of the building which meant that I had to move it by 7AM or risk getting a ticket. So UP I was this morning at 6:30 so I could get myself out to my car. I ended up driving to the area close to my office because I knew I was going to be picking up Martini (she’d spent the night at a co-worker’s place so that I could go to the wedding), and I had some other errands to run, like getting another couple of Mother’s Day gifts for mamma.
I’m finally home and it’s noon and I will be having out with the Chinese factory owner tonight, but we’re not heading out until 5. I’m going to walk Martini over to his hotel (about 1/2 hour walk) and then I’ll show him some sights on our walk downtown, and then we will pick up Cindy (another person from the Chinese factory) at the downtown bus station. She’d gone to another city to visit some family for a couple of days. The station is a couple of blocks from my apartment. We’ll walk over to pick her up, go to dinner and then I’ll be done with this visit.
So I have a few hours to take the dog on a quick walk, come back, clean up the apartment, maybe take a quick nap…it will be fine. I don’t feel like my Saturday is completely booked up with work stuff. It’s a good thing I opted out of going to the gallery with O., though. I wouldn’t have been able to do all of this. So, it’s all good.
In social media news, I’m still blocked in every way by the Bulldog. I don’t know why, but every once in a while, probably way more than I should, I check to see if he’s changed any of that blocking nonsense. Nope. Why would he?
But the BIG news is that I saw on FB that Sexy Pants had taken his new girlfriend to several exotic locations, such as Argentina (where he and I would have honeymooned) and Jamaica. His GF is posting all of these photos. I decided to unfollow just so that I wouldn’t see that shit show up in my feed, and that’s fine and good. I didn’t make a statement by unfriending, right?
So, today I got morbidly curious to see where the power couple was recently, and lo and behold, that fucker has unfriended me!
So fine. Good! Let those guys block and unfriend me. It’s simply a knock over my head to STOP GOING BACK AND LOOKING AT THE PAST AND MOVE ONNNNNNN! Please!!
Yes, look. I realize that we are in a Mercury retrograde right now, and that’s the time to slow down, look back at your past and understand what when wrong or right or whatever. But clearly the universe is telling me not to look back. I hit roadblocks when I look back. There’s only one way to go, and that’s forward.
And I think that can only be a good thing.
Don’t turn around! Don’t look back. Yo can ONLY move forward.
That’s that. I’m moving now…
XO,
GS
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