Wow, there are a lot of cobwebs around here. It seems that I only post when something really pisses me off, or when I’m… well, pissed off. That needs to change. I keep thinking of a million things that I *could* blog about, but never get around to writing. Now that one of my favorite people has started following this poor shell of a blog, perhaps I should get around to writing more? (She says as she should actually get back to work… Hey, no one ever said it was easy.) All I can do is try, right?
Okay I confess: maybe I’m not completely over Camping Boy. I honestly thought that I was. Oops.
Last night I got a text from him telling me that he ran into my doppelganger down in Newport News, which started a flurry of texting that lasted most of the night. (Granted, this started at 11pm or so and I went to sleep around 2am, so really only 3 hours… yes, I’m trying to justify this. And yes, I know I can’t really.) I was trying to keep it all lighthearted and then he zings me with (paraphrasing) “seeing you would never freak me out. You know I actually care about you.” I mean, what exactly do you say to that? I was thinking “I don’t know what to do with this… thanks, but there’s a problem: you’re still married.” I wanted to send that, I even typed it out. But I didn’t. What I sent was more jokey, trying to turn the conversation away from its inevitable end. That worked. For about 10 minutes. That’s when I texted him “Happy birthday, enjoy the day.” Which he read as, “You’re drunk, so flirt with me, I’ll be fine with it. Oh, and mess with my head about telling me how much you miss me and wish I were there.” No, he didn’t get to that conclusion on his own, I’ll own up to that, but I did keep things on a friendly basis on my end after indulging a little (very little) flirting.
After this, I know I can’t be around him physically. I know I can’t text him. I need to not be in contact with him. Am I glad that he’s not coming up here for RDR weekend? Hell, yes. Will that make everything all right? Hell, no. Will I muddle through as always? Of course.
I know it’s still pretty sparce over here, but it’s a new home. Typepad has pissed me off one time too many. (From the looks of the blogs that I read, it looks like they’ve pissed off their fair share of bloggers.) I have plans to make it all prettied up here and even to blog more often. Yes, I know I’ve said that in the past, but… well, a new home deserves a new beginning, right?
I’ve imported all the old blog posts over here, so if there’s a favorite, it’s here.
Much to update y’all on – but as I just got home from Denver, it’ll have to wait until I’ve caught up on some sleep and have uploaded pictures.
So this might only be completely amusing and giggle-inducing to Broadway geeks like me, but it is definitely damn entertaining! This just makes my girl-crush on Kristen Chenowith even bigger. Can I be her? Please?
(One of these days, I’ll actually post real content… really!)
Not that I have to say this – especially if you know me since I’ve been talking about nothing else for the last month or so, but the iPhone comes out today. I have been lusting after this piece of piece of telephonic luxury since it was announced, lo those many moons ago. No one at Apple or at Cingular (now AT&T) was able to tell us anything about it for so long – and a waiting list? Forget about it!
Then I found that some stores were compiling waiting lists – mostly the smaller ones, that weren’t going to be getting theirs in time for the "big day". Of course I put my name on the list! Now, however, I’ve found that at least 4 stores within 5 miles of me will have the phone. And at least one is never busy. Hmmmm… so the question is to try to get the iPhone tonight or wait and stalk the smaller store on Monday?
Who am I kidding? I’ll probably go tonight and see if I can get one and if not, I’ll go and start stalking the other store on Monday. *sigh* Because I’m just that nerdy.
So, the weekend was a good one for me. I know, you were all just waiting with baited breath to hear that one, right? LOL.
Friday night I headed out to see Rita Rocks play at Oasis on the Occoquan. Not a bad venue – it just got so damn hot inside! (Note to self: remember to not wear jeans and heels next time… I was almost too overdressed.) While I was taking a break from dancing, I noticed the DJ who was covering the band’s breaks checking me out. So I started to flirt, naturally. We ended up talking all night – when I wasn’t out on the dancefloor, that is – and eventually he mentioned that he should give me his digits… so I one-upped him. During a break, I wrote my number down on a piece of paper and held it while I was talking to him. When I was leaving to head out on the dancefloor again, I slipped it to him and didn’t look back. Very slick. I have never been that cool, lol. I caught his eye while I was dancing and he had a huge smile on his face. When I got back, he gave me his and I stuck the paper in my cellphone, saying that I didn’t want to lose it. He mentioned that it would be okay if I did b/c he was definitely going to call me. I ended up staying through most of the third set b/c of this guy, ignoring the fact that I was teaching two classes the next day. LOL.
Saturday night I met Ann and her fiance, JT, to play poker with a group of their friends & acquaintances. I wasn’t really in the mood to play, since I had only gotten 4.5 hours of sleep the night before, but I figured that if I wasn’t having a good time I’d leave early. I didn’t leave until 1.15 or so… but I’m getting ahead of myself, but not by much. So I get there after driving around DC for-freakin-ever trying to find a parking space and was immediately greeted by Ann, who told me that I should play at the front table as the single guys were all at that one. LOL! (I still haven’t figured out exactly who was single at that table, save one.) So, I sit down and start to play, apologizing for my probably rusty poker skills. One thing I always notice when I’m playing with guys I haven’t played with before is that they tend to underestimate me. So, I play that up for a hand or two, then go in for the kill. Which definitely got me points with the guys at the table – especially when they noticed I wasn’t taking any shit they were dishing. So the guy I’m sitting next to starts to talk to me and we hit it off… He was wearing a shirt that said "I rock Catholic girls" and I mentioned that I went to a Catholic school when I was younger – which earned me the nickname "Catholic". So we bantered back and forth all night – and I kept threatening him b/c he kept taking my money. He was nice and v.v. funny. Hee! So by the end of the night, I was the last woman standing at the table (both tables eventually ended up combining to one b/c so many people left after losing their money) and lost the last of my money on a spectacularly bad hand – next time, I’m getting plenty of rest before playing – and as I got up to leave, he asked for my email… the problem with this guy (b/c you know they all have something wrong with them)? He lives in NYC. We’ll see if I hear from him – if not, I’ll run into him at one of these poker nights eventually.
So, I’ve heard back from DJ (his name begins with a J, but it’ll just be easier to identify him this way, lol) – I’m not quite sure about him, and I’m not sure why. He definitely wants to get together sometime this week or next… When I was talking to him, I just got this vibe that was off. Does that make sense? It’s not like it was a "don’t go out with this guy" vibe, it was just a "tread carefully" vibe. I get the feeling that he’s younger than me and that may be what’s giving me that vibe. Who knows? I’ll give it a shot. Besides, he’s cute!
Speaking of hearing back from people, I heard from B. The thing about him is, while he may be socially inept when it comes to women, he’s not a totally bad guy. I’m just sayin’. So anyways, I ran into (almost literally) his double on Friday night – so I sent him an email telling him so. To which he responded – rather quickly. I just sometimes don’t get him… He tells me he misses "my smiling face" and that with him, I know I’ll see him soon. All I had to say to that was: "huh? I do?" I’m not quite sure I understand him… and one of these days I’ll stop trying. I’ve been friends with him for many years, if I don’t understand him by now, I never will, right?
So today I decided to treat myself to a day of beauty… next time I do that, will someone please remind me to start the day early? But I deserved it, damnit! I went to Circe and had their Face & Body Experience… oh my gawd, it was fucking fabulous!!! I’ve never had a facial before, so that was a new experience… I’ve come to the conclusion that lavender is a wonderful scent b/c I choose it every time I have a spa service there and it helps me breathe. Steam, however, is not my friend when it comes to breathing. Steam is, however, a friend to my pores… so really, it’s a catch-22. I was practically comatose by the end of it all – and my skin glows. I don’t remember the last time my skin looked this good. LOL. I now want a massage – I want my back to feel as good as my face and neck do. Maybe in a couple of weeks.
Before the day is over, I want to wish anyone who’s still reading this a Happy Valentine’s Day! Vibegrrl surprised me with a sweet valentine’s surprise:
In case anyone was wondering, it was a red-velvet cupcake… blood red. Of course that set us off on quotes from Steel Magnolias… "It’s a red velvet cake. Blood red! People are going to be hacking into this thing that looks like it’s bleedin’ to death!" Wanna see how red?
Why yes, I was a little macro-lens happy with the camera today!
Okay, will someone tell me why people will enter a store when the lights are off and start looking around? Then when they’re told "I’m sorry, we’re not open yet. We open at (insert time here)." they’re all pissy, saying "well, the door was open." HELLO – THE LIGHTS ARE OFF. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THAT MEANS? WE LIKE TO WORK IN THE DARK? I strongly resisted telling someone this this morning… I also resisted telling her that she should go to her GYN and schedule getting her tubes tied to save the rest of the human race from her offspring.
Okay, now off to turn ON the lights to signal to all normal people that we’re open for business. *sigh*
Okay, is it just me or does anyone else come up with these really fabulous posts in their heads and when it comes time to type them in, the post just isn’t there? That’s been happening to me lately… Granted, I’ve posted on here more recently than I have my other blog, but that’s neither here nor there. *rolling eyes* On my way home tonight I had a great post all planned out – then I get on here… and nothing. Grrrr. I hate that.
Anyways, I talked to B late last night. It was definitely good hearing his voice. He got into town yesterday and decided to call. During our conversation, he mentioned that he wanted to see where I work, so I gave him the address. Yup, he showed up today. Was I pleased? Quite. I’m not sure what I expected to feel or to happen when I saw him, but it was good. Very low-key, with a huge hug greeting. 🙂 (No C, there was no Smashmouth or Smashmouth Plus happening… I mean, I was at work! LMAO!) Anyways, he managed to charm the heck out of the girls at work and maybe even has his own fan club now. Hee! We’ve been texting all evening, trying to figure out when we’ll have a moment alone. Keep your fingers crossed that it works out!
A quick note: For those who may have noticed that there is a post missing from here, you’re right. (Not that I actually expected anyone to notice that, lol.) I decided to take the post down after some thought this morning. No big deal, I just thought I’d address it. 🙂
ETA: The term is "smashmouth", like the band, not "smashbox" like my one of my favorite cosmetic lines…. I told you my memory was shot! LOL! Hey, it was 1am or so… I clearly wasn’t thinking – of what I was posting, that is. 😉