Ten Things About the First Weekend in December in These Foolish Things

1. Friday with Lovely Leah was fun-ish. I knew it would take her a while to get downtown from the burbs - and she’s always late. But we got a decent start and got her a good parking spot on the street next to my building and made it to the hotel in time to meet her friend who is in town for a convention or work thing of some sort. He was late and when he showed up he was extremely drunk…and hitting on Lovely! I was hit on by the guy sitting next to me. He told me he is a cardiologist and we got to talking about Orangetheory and heart rates - lots of non-romantic things that he kept trying to turn into a thing between us. He was extremely handsome, but when he and I both stood up to make our way to the restrooms, he was about 6” shorter than me. I hate to say it, but it’s SUUUUUCHHH a turnoff. I can’t get excited over someone who’s shorter than me. Sue me.

2. Lovely spent the night (slept in my bed with me), and I didn’t want to miss my FaceTime with The Scot, so I FT’d him with her lying next to me. It was very funny because it was 6am Saturday morning here (afternoon there) and we were still half-drunk and silly. The Scot had a lot of fun with that.

3. Had brunch on Saturday with old friends (a super adorable couple I’ve known for years) who’d moved away and came back to town to visit. It was just like old times and I’d missed them. A mutual friend of ours also came to brunch with her husband. She is a publicist and as we were catching everyone up on our lives, I told the story of how The Scot and I are going to meet on New Years Eve at Grand Central Station, she got so excited and said it was such an amazing story that the press should cover it. HAHAH! Can you imagine…The Scot and I laying eyes on each other in person for the very first time and the paparazzi storming over from all directions…and drones flying through the station, catching us from all angles?! HILARIOUS.

4. I was either dunk or hung over the whole weekend. Oy vey. Not pretty.

5. After brunch (complete with mimosa bar), I went to get my nails done at my favorite salon…it’s essentially a bar that does mani/pedis. It’s in the gayborhood and all the pretty boys drink and gossip and get their manicures and pedicures. It’s SUCH great people watching!

6. Date with Wine-ish on Saturday night consisted of a sushi dinner to start and then we went to see Bohemian Rhapsody. Loved the movie, but hated the following things that happened while watching: (a) Wine-ish tried to hold my hand and I did for about 1.75 minutes, but it felt weird so I pulled away (b) Someone kept throwing popcorn at me! I have NO idea why…nor did I want to look behind me. Still I could hear super loud crunching and smacking. I think that whoever was behind me was just a fucking drunk (c) I felt my phone blowing up (it was set on silent), so I checked to make sure it wasn’t an emergency. Well, it kinda was....to my boss, who’s traveling in China, doing MY job. Apparently, he wanted me to stop everything I was doing all weekend to make an agenda for the meeting he was about to have with MY factory. I excused myself and went to the hallway to send a long text stating that I wasn’t in a place where I cold just stop what I was doing, but texted a bulleted top-of-head agenda. He wanted more detail. So I told him that I’d be in the office today (Sunday) to get ready for my trip this week and would it be OK if I sent the agenda then. He said yes, that would be great.

7. I was FUMING mad by the time I went back into the movie. I’d missed about 15 minutes. At that point Wine-ish asked me if I needed to go, but I was like, no....it’s okay. But it wasn’t okay and I wasn’t okay with Wine-ish. I was just not really feeling anything great about the evening (except I really liked both the dinner and the movie and I really and truly wished I could like the company, but I just couldn’t).

8. Boss can suck it and I truly need to quit. Such a dick move to text me on Saturday nights when he travels with “urgent” things like a FUCKING AGENDA for his meeting?? Fuck you, asshole. If you can’t figure out an agenda, you should send the person who knows what the fuck is going ON for the meting, you know?

9. I spent today nursing a weekend-long hangover, cuddling with the dog, FTing with The Scot, writing up meeting agendas, packing for my biz trip this week, dropping the dog off at her boyfriend’s (Brady, the Min Pin mix) and dreaming of better days to come.

10. Must sleep. 7am Monday morning fight means I have to get up at 4 to get ready and GTFO.

xox,
GS

Last updated December 04, 2018