Monday, May 19
Damnit, I'm having a chapstick crisis today. Apparently don't have any lip-balm whatsoever on me, which is surprising, so I'll have to go out for some in a little while.
Had an interesting little weekend for myself. Didn't really much feel like going out Friday night, in light of all the overtime I'd been working and DS' unsolicited advice on how to make myself more datable/approachable. Didn't realize I was having any particular trouble in that area as of late, but it's nice to know that my friends are concerned with my well-being (inject sarcasm). It's funny though, now that I think about it, how I have all these guy friends that I would never consider dating who keep telling me that I'm the whole package and the guys I would consider dating either just don't get it or are completely uninterested. Whatever. I guess that made it sound like I've got loads of possibilities but that's not the case either. Just one guy I like who seems indifferent most of the time.
When I got home Friday I played with Mocha for a little bit, then
talked to Jim and Steph on the phone. Wasn't really all that interested in meeting DS and AB at the
Bayou, so I agreed to drink Boone's with Steph then
hang out with Jim at the Lark Tavern when he got done playing golf. Took
a shower, got dressed, then headed to the ghetto Chopper for the Boone's and
while I was there some yogurt, cookie dough, Chex Mix
and other assorted sundries captured my attention. Steph
and I drank on her stoop for a while, then she dropped
me off at the Lark Tavern. Some guy who works in my building showed up and
chatted for a bit, but all he talked about was skiing. Skiing in
Woke up fairly early Saturday, around actually, took a shower and went to the Daily Grind. Was going to meet Steph for laundry but then I felt this need to be alone and clear my head so I decided to take a drive instead. I had so many thoughts floating around, wondering what made me so suddenly attractive to the cute lesbian, whether or not Brian was full of shit or genuinely complimenting me and of course the M-induced confusion and frustration. I was originally going to go to Woodstock but I went to Thacher Park instead, sat on the wall there and enjoyed the view of Albany while thinking, thinking, thinking... got some plants at Olsen's and called Jim and JoAnn about the possibility of cooking out... we thought that was a fine idea at first but neither of them wanted to clean their grill so we agreed to go out to eat instead and meet up at the Niska-Day fireworks. We lost JoAnn along the way and never did catch up to her, so Jim and I went to the Fireside Tavern for some pizza, beer and QuickDraw after we stopped at the Mobil so he could get cigarettes... I saw this little stuffed monkey for a dollar and it made me think of M so I grabbed one. The fireworks were great, and there were some funny sperm-like ones that cracked us up. I stopped at Border's on my way home to pickup Bonfire of the Vanities but it turned out not to be the book I thought it was (I somehow, and this is embarrassing, confused that movie with Joe vs. the Volcano which is what I wanted, I think). Thought about buying Look Homeward, Angel instead but in the end decided to add it to my Amazon wishlist with all the other books that I crave. Of course there was a moment of panic when Delilah wouldn't start again after I stopped home to plant my flowers, but that was resolved rather quickly with the addition of a quart of oil. I guess either M didn't get that I wanted to hang out on Saturday or he was completely uninterested because I didn't hear from him all weekend. Oh well! Sunday turned out to be fairly low key. Got up, made some breakfast, took a bath and bumped into Steph at the laundromat, and we made plans to meet later for a picnic so I got some supplies at Price Chopper after picking up my baby-proofing pills. Made a huge pasta salad w/ carrots, broccoli and vegan "blue-cheese" crumbles and I decided to make a concerted effort the next couple of weeks to eat my 5 fruits and veggies a day... and also get more exercise. I want to look back on this year's b'day photos and think "wow! I looked great at 30!" We'll see. I'm pretty sure that not having a husband and/or kids is what keeps me looking young... just kidding. I guess I don't have a biological clock because I don't hear any ticking...
Overall I would rate the weekend as fairly productive. Hung out with my friends, planted flowers, worked on my book and did a fair amount of knitting. Yay me.