Don we now our gay apparel. …
IKEA Boy went to the Gap tonite (Shan calls him “Gap Guy,” ’cause she thinks he should be modeling for that company — he looks good in their clothes and damn it, he’s cute, too) to buy himself a new sweater to wear to his media law class tomorrow … he wants to look hot so he can impress Hot Boy. 🙂
I just wanted to write a quick note to let everyone know that I rule. Seriously, I am an awesome driver when there’s ice and snow. I think that’s because that is the ONLY time I pay attention to the road. Just dropped Shan off at her place, which was rather easy, actually, and then I came back to this hellhole and actually found a parking spot that was not 500 miles away (on nights that I go to Bennigan’s, I’m lucky to park in the same ZIP code when I come home). Unfortunately, I had to hoist poor Samantha Jones over a snowdrift in order to ease her into her space. She did NOT like that and her motor protested angrily. I gently reminded her that when we lived on Mt. Washington last winter, commuting up and down that damn mountain was MUCH more difficult.
My head has been aching for 30 hours, and two hours ago, I remembered why. Dumbass (that would be me) was grabbing a box from an overhead shelf last night, only I had forgotten that I had stored my three frosted-glass holiday serving platters on top of the box. Well, when I started pulling the box down, the platters smacked me HARD — one in the head, one in the shoulder and one in the face (into my glasses, oh joy). The biggest one hit my head, of course. The glasses are fine (thankfully — I can’t drive or read without them), but I saw spots in my left eye for hours last night. I had a dull headache all day and a raging headache after I stopped drinking tonight, and it’s all because of the mini-concussion that I inflicted last night upon myself. Cripes. If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have none at all. Argh. Only me. …
The night out wasn’t bad. I was almost wondering if any male in my life who knows I go there (you know who you are) would’ve dropped by, looking for me. Failing that, I was hoping for any interesting person to show up and sweep me off my barstool. But alas, even though we chatted with many, I left disappointed. Although, strangely, we did meet a guy who says he sees me at Bally’s all the time, when I’m on the stairmaster. How weird. He said he’d see me there Tuesday night at 6 p.m. I’m not overly inclined to go to see him then, but it’s interesting when a guy takes note of your actions/schedule/interests and attempts to use it to his advantage. 🙂