So, Saturday was pretty fun. I did end up sleeping heavily, waking late, still feeling hungover from Wednesday night. That’s 3 days of hangover. Not good.
I thought maybe walking it off would help. I also was interested in trying out the streetcar service from downtown to another cool part of town that’s a few miles away. It’s a free service, and Bachelor Party Marty just happens to live in the part of town.
Now. I’m sure you’re wondering why I bring up Bachelor Party Marty? Well, I hadn’t mentioned it before, but BPM has been texting, hinting around that he wants to see me. And then LAST weekend, he sent a booty call text in the middle of the night on Saturday…well, actually at nearly 4am on Sunday asking simply if he could come over and cuddle.
I didn’t answer, of course, because I didn’t read the text until several hours later after I was awake. And I wasn’t even sure if he’d remembered texting me.
But yesterday, I decided to go to his neighborhood, and I also decided to check and see if he was around and maybe wanted to walk with me and my dog or grab a bite or whatnot. I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do, as I’m just not sure how I feel about him, but it’s always fun to have someone to meet and look forward to seeing.
The weather was absolutely stunning early, but it was supposed to get bitterly cold by sundown, so there wasn’t a whole lot of time. BPM told me that he could meet me around 1pm, which was perfect timing. I hopped the streetcar with the dog and before we knew it, we were in the cute little section of town.
BPM and his (now HUGE) puppy met me and my dog at this restaurant we both love and the weather was so great we could sit out on the patio and have a drink and a bite. I was still feeling hungover, and I ordered a mimosa, and OMG - it was the best remedy I’d ever had in my LIFE!
We soaked in the sun and chatted for a good long while and I asked him if he remembered sending the booty call text. Yep, he sure did. People, this man is so irresistibly handsome. I looked into those giant, brown puppy dog eyes, and it was like falling into pools of hot chocolate. He is so insanely delicious.
But damn, he’s just so DUMB. Why does he gotta be so damn DUMB?! I can barely have a conversation with him. I always end up finding this out, over and over again. He’d never be good boyfriend material…just delicious eye candy.
The wind started whipping up and the cold front was noticeably descending on us. My dog started getting trembly, and luckily I’d packed my packable down jacket. It was getting downright cold, and I was ready to go.
BPM actually asked me if I wanted to go to his place for a little while (wink, wink), but I said I needed to get going so I could get ready to go to a party I’d been invited to. I told him that maybe I’d see what he was up to after the party, and he seemed really game for that, but I knew I was never going to call or text him that night. Am I stringing him along? Is this bad?
He walked me to the streetcar stop, and we had about 10 minutes to wait before the streetcar came, so we spent that time making out. It was hot. But also weird kissing at the bus stop. He started feeling my butt, telling me that my ass felt good in my workout pants (yes, I was wearing spandex workout clothes), and then the streetcar came just in time and whisked me away back downtown.
During the 10 minute or so ride, the temps dropped what felt like 50 degrees and I was cold as hell walking the 10 or 12 blocks back home from the streetcar stop.
Finally home to get ready for the fancy party!
I must have tried on 12 outfits trying to figure out what to wear to this shindig.
The party was at my friend, Maria’s daughter’s and son-in-law’s house. Her daughter is an extremely successful financier, and her son-in-law is a partner in a fancy law firm. Maria, who was once my most inspirational Girl Boss is now the granny nanny, living in nanny’s quarters and taking care of three boys under 4 years old). I’ve told you about her before…
There were a good 200 people there, easily. The house is brand new in a super posh part of town, and it was such a luxurious fete. I can’t even begin to describe how beautiful the place was, all decorated - gorgeous bar with bartenders, passed hors d’oeuvres, and a stunning spread of delicious food. I hobnobbed with the chicest of the nouveaux riche last night, including a cast member of one of the Real Housewives franchises (ha!), a bunch of wealthy fashion folks, and the guy who got me my high-end watch a few months back. It was fun to see several people I hadn’t seen in a long time, fun to talk with new folks, fun to be all dressed up and drinking champagne, but when the bar ran out of bubbles, as I was getting a friend and myself another glass, I decided to switch to martinis…and then I knew I was going to be in trouble if I didn’t stop.
So I finished my martini, dialed up a Lyft ride home and said my goodbyes pretty quickly for fear of getting out of control. Heaven forbid I have three MORE days of hangover.
My Lyft driver was Mario. He was a cutie and he knew it. I could not believe it, but he hit on me the whole ride home! The ride was about 20 minutes long, and I wasn’t sure what to do with that information. Like seriously? Did he want me to tell him to pull over so we could o it or something? Does this actually work on people??
Finally made it home and ripped my dress off just in time for my head to hit the pillow. Yes, I knew that BPM was at home waiting for me to text him, but that never was going to happen in the first place.
I believe that THIS may be the reason I’m very, very, oh so sadly single. I blow every chance I get!
Anyway, it’s been bitterly cold today and I’ve been staying indoors of the most part. I did take the dog out for a good walk, but she got shaky cold about halfway through (even though she had a sweater AND a coat on.
I’ve been sorta kinda hungover today, but have slowly been working my way out of it. I’m brining some chicken to make later and I have all of the ingredients to make apple pie oatmeal cookies - YUM!! I should be cleaning house and doing laundry, but I’m really thinking about taking a catnap.
I do have some work I need to do, too. We’ll see how much of that I’m able to get done. I also need to brush up on what I’m going to say in my INTERVIEW on Tuesday for the new position!!! Lots to do.
But first, a quick snooze…
xox,
GS
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