Saturday is finally here. What a fucking work week. Fuck that shit.
I’m being lazy this morning - just about to head out to my 10am workout class, which is now my only class since the Zumba class changed to something dumb.
Later this weekend…
Oh wow. And now it’s Sunday! Where does the weekend go?
Yesterday was a pretty good day. I went to bed early Friday night so I got up fairly early Saturday morning, but as I wrote above, I eased into the day and then went to the 10am class. Was a nice class (bootybarre, for anyone wondering…I sit here and type Sunday afternoon, still sore in the legs and gluteus maximus).
Got my tootsies done at one of those fancy, boutique-like chain nail places that are popping up all over the place. I like these places because they are gentler than the Vietnamese places and take about the same amount of time. Yet this particular time, I think I got a newbie technician. She did not do a very good job - my pedicure looks messy today and she didn’t touch my calluses until I asked her to…and even then, she did a shit job. I didn’t want to tip her, but in the end I did because anyone who works on peoples’ nasty feet for a living deserves a tip.
Then I went home a got ready for the big benefit shindig at the rich philanthropist’s mansion. This was the event that I wanted the hot date for, remember? You guys actually helped me decide that I don’t need no stinkin’ date, and I told the woman who invited me, and she told me that it was all the better because she was working this event and her husband would be sort of dateless and that I could hang with him and another couple before the event and we could all go out there together.
My friend, S. runs her own PR firm and is super busy all the time working on many special projects with a million different clients - many in high end fashion, lots of fancy alcohol brands, and big and boutique retailers. Her husband is such a wonderful guy (they recently got married in their 40s and are just about the most charming couple ever), and he ended up inviting me to their house to have apps and cocktails - which was LOVELY.
He had a whole spread of charcuterie, cheeses and olives when I got there. Good thing I’m finally done with the Whole Life Challenge, though I didn’t eat/drink a whole lot. He knows I love Champagne, and made French 75s for us! Only the husband of the other couple showed because of family stuff, so it ended up being me and two guys for a couple of hours before we left for the party…I think I liked the pre-party the most! Such NICE guys! Why oh why can’t I find one of THESE guys?
We took Lyft to the party, which was in the super, super ritzy part of town, and this mansion was simply over the freaking TOP. Huge and gaudy. It looked almost cartoonish with it’s ornate arches and no fewer than 50 crystal chandeliers in every arch…
We arrived a little bit late as the party was only supposed to last until 9 (we didn’t realize this!), and they were about to make the benefit announcements about the event that’s taking place next month…this was actually the patron party, so all of the folks attending were like the people who shell out or raise the $$$ for the event.
Went to one of two bars that were set up and got some kind of gross wine and walked around to the pool area where the announcements were being made and just looked around at the people. Odd crowd. I recognized some from the whole reality TV scene and some I’ve seen at other ritzy events around town and even some from the social sections of the newspapers and other local publications.
So. Much. PLASTIC SURGERY. On the women and the men. S.’s husband and I just walked around and looked at the folks and he pointed out a few notables. S. got to hang out with us a little and introduced her assistant and a few other people. She’s so freaking connected and knows everyone in this town.
I, of course, ate all of this up and took selfies in the bathrooms (there was a WOMENS and a MENS room across from each other in the entryway - I found this so amusing for some reason). S’s husband took a picture of me grabbing the boob of a statue in the garden area. And just when we were really starting to have some fun, the party shut down! Sad.
But after hardly drinking any alcohol for 8 weeks, I’d had maybe 4 glasses of wine and I was DONE. There really wasn’t anything else going on in the evening and I was ready to call it a night by 10pm, when everyone finally started leaving. So I called it a night myself and got myself a Lyft back home.
Lyft driver was OOKY. Why are they always so gross with the leering and wanting to know all about you? It’s not like he was trying to be nice and make conversation, either. This guy was slimy and I could tell he had issues. But he got me home safely and I was glad to get out of the car and out of my high heels and take the dog out for a quick jaunt before crashing.
WOW. Alcohol really fucks with your sleep, doesn’t it? I was awake in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep for two hours. And then my head hurt. I know I was dehydrated but didn’t get up for water for a couple of hours because I felt like I couldn’t move. Amazing how this effect is so heightened after 8 weeks.
ANYWAY.
Today I was supposed to meet my friend, Derrick for a puppy play date. He’s the guy who moved to the lake out fairly close to my parents’ place. We’ve been trying to get together for a while and we’d made a date for today and even tried to get Lovely to come out and go to brunch/lunch with us.
This guy. After I saw him at Lovely L’s daughter’s memorial, I thought to myself, hmmmm. I like Derrick. I would date him if he asked. Well, now he’s sort of asked, so I was excited and looking forward to seeing him.
But wouldn’t you know it. Just like EVERY SINGLE DUDE I’ve wanted to go out with this year, he FLAKED on me, telling me some story about how the electricity at the condo that he owns here in town was shut off and how he has to drive back to the lake to take care of some stuff and that he can’t meet me.
I’ve decided that this is the year of the NO SHOW. What have I done to deserve this? I’m serious you guys. Every time I’ve tried to make a plan with a man….every single time!!! It’s been one excuse after the other. WHAT am I doing wrong here???
OK. Time to go. I’m walking with [Athena] this evening and then getting ready for the crazy, crazy week ahead.
So much for the weekend and the aaaaaahhhhhs. Time to move!
xox,
GS
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