Thanksgiving at home was great. There was a snowstorm that created the perfect winter wonderland. Now, if only we could have such perfect snow at Christmas . . .
In addition to the reunion, my old group of girls got together for a Friday night out to the new bar in our sleepy little hometown, which just a year or so ago approved allowing liquor licenses within the borough . . . consequently, it is no longer a "dry" town. And halleluiah! The bar was quite fun, and refreshingly inexpensive. Me and my girls had a hilarious time. There were shots, pictures, stories, dancing, and even karaoke. I was DD and got everyone home safely.
- Social/family events: 3
- Alcohol units consumed: 11
- Questions regarding my relationship status: 7
Overall pretty good.
I drove back to VA in the rain and crappy traffic, listening to the Steelers whallop the Patriots (yesssss!). Got home and proceeded to have quite an odd night - which involved getting butt-dialed at 0200 and hearing some things I really could have lived without hearing. It was therefore NOT a good Monday. The week didn't get a whole lot better, but it sure ended oddly . . .
I was invited to a guy friend's place, he wanted to make me dinner. So I went, and we enjoyed a tasty meal and a dip in the hot tub outside in the cold air. He is an odd one, which I've known all along. But I absolutely did not expect we'd spend the whole night discussing . . . (ahem) . . . sex. He wanted to know everything about me and supplied the same information about himself. We even looked at less-than-wholesome internet material sitting on his bed. And while he never laid a hand on me except our hugs hello and goodbye, he gave me the most direct proposition I've ever received. Flat out: "If you decide you want to, I'm game" (in so many words). I responded that I was flattered, but I was absolutely not "there" with him, and I needed us to only be friends right now. As is usually the case with my boys, he's left the area not to return for a few months. I'm thankful for that because the whole thing just about knocked me off a cliff.
Oh - let's not forget that this is just another example of ridiculous incestuousness in my life: he is the ex-fling of one of my girlfriends . . . and the last guy Stupider dated prior to settling for Stupid. Can somebody please write me out of this ludicrious sitcom already?????
Speaking of whom . . . if I can trust my ears - the Stupids are preggo. There is simply no end to this insanity. Perhaps my wish that they will have triplets will come true, but I'll settle for both of them getting fat (well, him getting fatter that is).
This past week also kicked my ass across town. I worked like a slave and rewarded myself with a nice relaxing weekend. I had a lovely lunch with an old friend who conveniently owns a tux, and will be my date for the Inaugural Ball. I had pizza/movie night in with my cuddle buddy, who is simply damn adorable. He even went out in the cold to bring my car to the door for me when I left; how sweet is that? I hit the "Little Black Dress" party and got to hear a live acoustic set by GAVIN ROSSDALE!!!! It was great. He did his new single, plus "Comedown" and "Glycerine," and even covered U2's "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses."
Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!
2 comments:
THEY'RE PREGNANT???
There are no words.
Bosses don't say "You're ducking and covering for two" lightly, and that is really my only clue. You are correct. There is really nothing to say!
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