Weekend 10 in These Foolish Things

1. My parents don’t like to talk on the phone. They rarely, rarely call me, and I guess I am the same way. We can go for weeks on end without speaking. It’s almost like a standoff. Thing is, I adore my parents and think about them a lot more than they probably know. But every time I call them, we talk for maybe 2.5 minutes and then they want to get off the phone as quickly as possible. Why are we so weird? I miss them. I should go visit them more often. [Update]: After I wrote this point and saved it so I could finish this entry later, my mom called. We talked for a while about something that was happening in my downtown neighborhood on Friday night and talked a little bit about some other stuff going on over the weekend and then we were done. I guess we don’t talk because we are boring and don’t have a lot to say to each other. ;)

2. Had another date with Ziggy last Sunday evening. We went to the movies, but met at the theater bar beforehand. It was a scorchingly hot day, so a cold beer hit the spot and we talked for a while before the movie started. Was not feeling it for this guy at all…until I found out he is a Jimmy Buffet PARROTHEAD and he was thoroughly thrilled about building a pirate’s treasure chest/cooler. And at that point I just lost all interest in him whatsoever. I suffered through the movie (believe it or not, we saw The Secret Life of Pets for various reasons, including the fact that he is part owner of a pet store…which I actually LOVE, but not enough to fall for the guy), he tried to hold my hand and I pretended not to catch the clue. But the kicker was when he walked me to my car and gave me a kiss - that included this sexual kind of moaning and I was OUT OF THERE. He Zigged. I Zagged. Buh-bye.

3. Today I have a brunch date with a Tinder guy I spent a good portion of the weekend internet stalking. He’s good-looking and successful (SVP of technology company), super sharp dresser (I’m a sucker for pocket squares), and fairly recently moved into a beautiful part of town that is close to my downtown place. My stalking shows me that he may have been involved pretty seriously with someone as recently as three weeks ago, taking her on an exotic vacation, but I HAVE to stop jumping to conclusions. Plus, who the fuck cares? We all have stuff - even in our recent pasts! Surprisingly, he suggested some middle-of-the-road brunch places, so I asked if he’d be interested in stepping his brunch game up a notch and suggested a new, cool place close by. He thought it was a great idea, so off we go! RAD to follow soon.

4. I was lucky enough to do a little volunteer gig for a super cool company that was putting on a creative summit yesterday. I have [Athena] to thank for this as one of her new projects is working with this company. There were a series of panel discussions involving some amazingly talented people and I left so inspired by it all! These people are calculated risk-takers and movers and shakers and I somehow want to do this too! What I got out of the summit is that you just have to take that leap when the time is right and don’t worry about perfection. Some other things: you don’t have to jump in all at once; connect yourself/network; trade and barter; get super creative with what you want to do…it’s not all dollar signs and profits…it’s following your passion! I love this.

5. Had to take Martini pup to the emergency vet last night after the summit. Some time in the last week or so she’d cracked/broken/injured one of her toenails and by the time I picked her up from day care yesterday and got her home and ready for her evening walk, she was a limping, bloody mess. So I scooped her up and took her to the emergency room, where we waited and waited. During that time, SO MUCH TRAUMA happened! I heard all of this from an exam room, but it was clear as day: crying, moaning cats in distress; the bloody and fatal result of a pit bull attack on another dog; people screaming and yelling and bawling. Several times during my wait, I wondered if I should just take Martini home and come back another time. But they’d already gotten us as far as the exam room - we just had to wait a little bit longer. The vet came in and actually apologized for the wait, and I was practically in tears thinking about what I’d heard. She calmed me down and explained that that’s exactly why they are there and that these things happen. Anyway, she took very good care of Martini, fixed her foot and put a hot pink bandage on it and sent us home with some pain meds and antibiotics. What a night.

6. Bachelor Party Marty is back. He literally JUST (as in, seconds ago) sent me a text asking me if I had plans for today and telling me that he’d love to make out with me. I don’t get him. At first, I thought maybe I could have him as my boy toy, but he’s‘ so hit and miss. I think he’s a hot, spoiled rich kid (even though he’s 31!), and has always gotten what he wants, whenever he wants it. Too bad, sweetie. I have brunch plans today…and dinner plans tonight. If you want to play the game, it’s called Making a Plan.

7. Speaking of plan, I’ve been off of my diet and exercise plan for like a month now. This is no joke - we are at critical mass. I’ve decided that my birthday present to myself this year (I’ll be 49) will be a year of personal training. I’m in the process of looking for a decent trainer. I really would like to be trained by that hot, super-sexy, ultra-buff, zero body fat black guy who teaches boot camp in the park on Saturday mornings, but I haven’t been the last couple of Saturdays and I can’t figure out how to contact him. Guess that means I’ll just have to go next Saturday and straight up ask him!

8. I’ve also decided that my OTHER birthday present to myself will be buying a house or condo. I’ve talked to enough people and am working on setting up a lunch date with my realtor friend to get started on the hunt. All of the hunting I’ve done so far is turning up just about in line with my champagne tastes. Le sigh. I had a feeling that might happen. We’ll see. I’ve JUST started looking. I have a little bit of time - just need to be out of this fucking apartment (that I LOVE, don’t get me wrong…just HATE the management company) by February.

9. My boss is still a weirdo, but at least he is moving in interesting directions. He suggested somebody that we might be able to recruit as a potential replacement for Negative C!!! OMG. Could it be true? Could we get rid of that raging negative force in our office once and for all??? I never thought I would see the day, but it might just happen!

10. Dropped my iPhone 6 Plus in the toilet last night after all the drama. Yeah. Now it won’t charge and I’m LOST without my phone. This is a disaster.

OK…time to get moving.
Love yous!
GS