Summer Tease

An outdoor martini (or two), a Sprite and some much needed girl time, minus the people watching was had tonight, a surprise summer tease from Mother Nature. But the people watching occurred when it was too obvious that our conversation of constant texting and lack of respect happened a few feet away. Situation: Man on date with girl in really bad neon clothes from the 80’s. She leaves to go to the bathroom (we suspect), he jumps on the phone to text (we assume). Had my girlfriend not said anything I wouldn’t have noticed that girl in the bad 80’s attire had left and was replaced by another female in a polka dotted skirt. I don’t have to tell you that we think he was texting his next date. Even so, had I been meeting a potential date at the place we were at I would have not worn something I could wear to an outdoor bbq, or that would make me the only person at the bar who was glowing. It would have been more than just jeans and a t-shirt for dinner at home, for this place a skirt and heels would have made an appearance, or even that dress I recently bought. It was a perfect night for the perfect…sexy…summer tease.

Bar Hopping Not the Standard Walk-A-Bout

Sitting fireside at a ski resort, and not actually ski-ing, random acts of kindness took place over wasabi tuna, and out of the norm beer munchies and above all typical evening out ending with people passed out in their own beds.
- Young waiters, really young waiters
- Old guys sitting at bar stools waiting for the bunny skiers
- Put a ‘hello my name is tag’ on the waitress so the guys can look at her boobies
- At next bar…we sat in high chairs for adults with cushions where super Mario served us pizza.
- ‘I have a big one’
- Shorty guys at 2nd bar stop, shorter than me and the ghosts can’t help that one
- Grandpa held grandma’s flower purse at the bar
- ZZ top band member was drinking at the bar with us
- ‘I’m totally wet”

In A Nut-Shell

I thought a particular website would have been better than the previous one. Yes, I agree it’s a ton of fun and I’ve re-connected with a bunch of people I went to high school, amongst others but yet again, the web has let me down. Just because I post an email address does not mean you can send me email solicitations. In fact, don’t even try to add names of my friends on my list to those emails either, that is such an invasion of privacy that I can’t begin to explain. So this prompted me to hide yet again, and resort to the oh-so-private life that I like to have, where you as an acquaintance who claims to be a friend, will have to work a little harder to ‘get to know me’ and not just ‘add me’ as a friend. My true friends know what I’m up to, how to reach me…I am not announcing it to the world anymore.

Not CSI or Grey's

It’s not every day that I sit and actually take notes on key words in meetings at the office. But today, since the topic got stonewalled and veered off course I decided to jot some things down. It doesn’t quite beat the normal people watching scenarios I write about, but it sure adds a bit of ‘funny’ to your every day professional business lingo. You have to imagine using these terms in a typical sentence during a conference call with other higher-ups and not a typical episode of CSI or Grey’s Anatomy:
- You have to circle back around on that one
- I (insert someone elses opinion here) that (insert 3 big words) and (add a clever catch phrase)
- Maybe I’m well out of school on this but…
- It’s a behemoth……you have to extrapolate that, and once it penetrates you hit the motherload
- They have situational amnesia
- That’s what I call an administrative irritant
- …that work intimately with that department
- Let them find the body
- Let them puke on it for a while
- That may be too deep in the weeds…
- …throw up on me on that one

Probably Not Means No….and btw I was just trying to be nice

At first trying to schedule meeting up for a drink with an old acquaintance was not so bad, then came scheduling conflicts and then he got annoying. I wonder if it was my newly single status that made it so apparent that he was soooo desperate to see me. Either way, sending me constant emails or messages on other social websites thinking I check them often enough (which I don’t) was a huge turn off. I even let him know where happy hour was one evening after work, in which he persisted to ask me to send him directions. Now, this guy has been emailing me, I know he’s techy savy so why not google the place? Duh! So, the last straw of me being nice all these months came last week when he, yet again sends me a damn email, “So we gonna hang out or what ??” My response was “Probably not, I'm busy”. Well "probably not" was not good enough for him because he said it “left the door open”, yes I am quoting him btw. I had to put a stop to this and to stop being nice and just outright say “Probably not means No!!!” I swear, and you guys thought women were dramatic and that we read into things….probably not (all the time)!

All the Single (and not so single) Ladies….

We were out in full force Friday night celebrating my newly ‘living single’ status, beer, leopard print hat, glasses and gold kitten heels. My ladies gave me the best kick off celebration possible along with some token skivvies, boxes filled with colorful and flavorful items (highly recommended), Little Mermaid bling and a Playboy Bunny! I have great friends, friends that could be an addition to my family and I’m so blessed to have such a supportive circle. The highlight of the night besides the man in the really bad trench who mistakenly thought I was the bride, was the ‘hat man’. The ‘hat man’ gave my friends on the couch, who were too shy to join us on the dance floor a little show in front of them…all for the price of a bottle of water. He was a bit shocked that I had so much energy and could keep up with him (actually mimicking his every move). Little did he know that one time, in another city about an hour away, I won a dance contest when I was a mere 16. Catholic school wasn’t all nuns and plaid…thank goodness for Club MTV! Cheers to my single and not so single ladies…and of course, my Pink Party Planner, who without all her efforts this would not have been possible!

Schoolwork vs Football…hmmm – at least its not my decision!

Just out having Sunday brunch with my 2nd mom today and I realized I was sitting next to a Princess. Yes, Princess. Some of you may know who she is or was, and why we called her that. At first I thought I was sitting next to a guy in his 20s and his mother. But then when I got up to leave I took a good look and it wasn’t that at all. They were a couple! Princess said that dinner was a major decision today and that his schoolwork was more important than the games at 3 pm. OK, does that sound like the guys mother? And how is Sunday dinner a major decision? I mean, unless you are entertaining, dinner on Sunday should not be a huge dramatic event! Either way I enjoyed my catch up conversation over pancakes and omelets, not quite eavesdropping as much as I would had I been bored. I wonder if Princess picked up the check too..hmmm I should have stayed around for the grand finale!