Good thing I'm using mine to blog today.
[It's still 40 degrees outside so I'd probably be doing this regardless]
The weekend? Uneventful. Mostly, anyway. Oh, did I mention last Thursday's special guest appearance by none other than:
Last Thursday night was when it was absolutely POURING rain outside for hours. I had considered going out that night, but after my trainer's ass-kicking and walking home in the rain, I decided it was the perfect night to be sofa roadkill. It was nice- I showered, did my nails, caught up on some very important TV [ie Jersey Shore]. But, as I stared out at the deluge, I couldn't help but think to myself "Man, this would be the perfect night to be cuddled up on the couch with a guy." Lo and behold, about 30 mins later I got a text from Drummer Boy. Thank you, Universe! I appreciate you actually doing something nice for me! I guess maybe I was due for one, huh?
So, poor little soaking wet Drummer Boy came over BEFORE midnight [a new record] and we had a glass of wine, all cozy on the couch. And, he's not even as much of an r-tard as I had previously thought. I mean, don't get me wrong-- this ain't no MENSA member either. But we actually had a somewhat intelligent conversation and a lot of laughter. Just what I needed on that night. Kinda amazing how things work out every once in awhile. And he's totally psyched that I'm rolling to his big show next Friday, night 4 chicks deep. Should be a very interesting evening....
In other news, I hadn't heard much from:
El Señor since our feisty interlude last Friday, but of course, he's been traveling again.
Until today, that is. He hit me up over FB chat:
"Hey woman. I start at Euro tomorrow."
For those of you that don't know, Euro would be the ad agency I work for. As in, my place of business. That I spend all day long at. Awe. SUM.
I can't say this is completely shocking because he is a creative/copywriter, just like yours truly, and he's freelance, which means he can obviously appear at any agency at any time. I just didn't expect him to be bringing his Latino flavor to MINE anytime soon! Ah, the incestuousness of the ad industry. Weeee!
At least I no longer work on the same floor that he'll be working on, but...this could definitely get weird. Or, maybe not. I guess only time will tell.
Oh goody, I just realized now I have to start, like, caring more about how I look and stuff every day in case I run into him. [shit]
Wish me luck. Or, in this case, ¡suerte!