The Sparkle vs. The Spark in These Foolish Things

I stepped out with my girls last night to attend a Wednesday night soiree and it did NOT disappoint! It was a “Best Of” party and all of the city’s best of the best of food and drink were there. I guess I didn’t realized just how damn much food and booze would be there, because it was so, so, sooooo much more than I could handle. I didn’t go on a totally empty stomach because I thought that the lines would be very long to get whatever treat and that they’d probably run out of goodies…but no. There was SO MUCH gluttony to be had and I was overwhelmed.

There were also photo ops around every corner. It feels like the world has turned into one big Instagram story, and I’m just as much to blame as everyone/everything else, but damn! Self-serve selfie stations???! It was wild.

Fun to be with the girls, dressed in our party dresses. I nearly had nip slip a few times but I felt kinda sexy and it was fun, fun, fun!

Unfortunately, every dude at this event was with a date…except for one who was not my type. He walked right up to me and asked me if anyone ever tells me I look like Connie Britton and I said yes, probably a couple of times a week! It’s true. There was one time when a guy insisted that I was Connie and told me not to be so modest about it! Hah. Anyway, I’m always, always flattered. It’s such a complement to be told that I look like her, but I totally wasn’t into the guy, so I stuffed my face with more meatballs and washed them down with a fancy’s hotel’s signature cocktail, turned tail and went back to my girlfriends.

I would have stayed out later if I didn’t have my damn 4:30am workout. But guess what? I woke up this morning and I just did NOT want to go. So I didn’t. Thing is, I have grueling workouts scheduled for the next 5 days in a row, so I gave myself a break and took the dog for a nice, long early walk before work this morning.

I facilitated and lead an all-day offsite meeting yesterday with my Boss, Golden Boy and Sunny D. I was nervous about it because of all the strain I’ve told you about, but it was actually a very good meeting. I was well prepared and had everything I needed to host a very successful meeting. Though Boss was a tiny bit, well, his normal control freak self, I managed to keep the meeting under MY control and I can tell I’ve gained respect back from the whole group. Boss even sent me an email telling me I did a “nice job” which is a good as I can expect, seeing as I don’t have a penis. As you know, having a dick would garner me an “OUTSTANDING WORK” email.

So I was mega-busy that past couple of days and haven’t really had time to think much about this, but guys, I have to tell you, I have not heard word ONE from any guy I’ve gone out with in the past month. What the fucking FUCK is wrong with this picture? I’ve had some incredible dates and none of them want to go out again. I’m getting a complex. I really am. I mean, I’m laughing and enjoying the hell out of myself on these dates, and when they are over, it’s like they are OVER.

Is life now just a series of first dates?

I haven’t even heard a peep from Bachelor Party Marty this month. WTF? What if I just want to get laid? I mean, that’s not all I want, but I’m getting very, very antsy for…something. A nibble. A crumb? I don’t understand.

Anyway. I need to get back to work but I wanted to get that out for now.

More later.

xox,
GS