Happy Wedding, Nicole! Happy Anniversary, Jilli and Pete! (Was it someone's birthday too? My brain is melty...)
My brain is kinda melty. I slept in late and had brunch with a friend and hit the grocery store briefly, and now am contemplating a nap before Halloween festivities. Last minute I decided on a pirate costume, because I can easily throw it together with an eyepatch I bought at Archie McPhee's. Arrr.
To amuse you all, my moment last weekend of very-un-meara lack-of-fliration: I had been talking with this hottie about stuff, and she'd mentioned she had a girlfriend. Then we talked about how she was considering applying to be on the board of the conference, and since I"m on the board, I went into all professional mode, and we discussed that for a while (this was all v. late at night, at the after-party for the show). Then we went our separate ways and continued to enjoy the party. As the party wound down, and broke up, she came over and said...
Her: "I enjoyed talking with you, thank you for the information, and I wanted to let you know I think you're very attractive
Me: "....I thought you had a girlfriend"
Her: "? I do. I just wantd to tell you that"
Me: "Oh. Uh. You're really cute too. Um." (Both walk away, me with hand in face)
Epic, don't waste the updo!
In order to keep myself from gorging on candy, I bought an assortment of Hot Tamales and Junior Mints. I'd rather gargle with napalm than eat either one.
I've always done that -- bought candy I hate, in order to not eat it all -- but The Boy's logic is to buy candy he we like, because -- leftovers! So we have Milky Ways, Snickers, and wee bars of solid chocolate from TJs.
Blah. It's Halloween. I should be eating junk food. Instead, I have moved from eating crackers this morning to eating crackers with peanut butter tonight, and I just very cautiously ate one Newman-O. Being sick is no fun.
So exhausted that I can't type the whole word, apparently. But you guys have about convinced me. I'll go (especially since when she heard I was thinking of not going because my Check Engine light is on and I don't want to press my luck with the drive, my mother offered her car). Apparently it's very important to everyone. So I'll go. For you. I'm a Giver.
meara, if it helps, I'd have a hard time flirting at that moment too. It would feel too fraught. I'm not sure why.
Although
On second thought, I think the fraught-ness comes from the fact that she isn't being flirtatious herself, but she is acknowledging attractiveness, which then suggests... possibilities... and then it all feels a bit too fraught.
Yeah. It was also the end of the night, so I was tired, and I was really surprised. But dang, I kick myself, cause she was so cute! :) And it's so unlike me to be that un-smooth! Sigh...Certain people laughed and laughed at me, though, which at least made me feel good that I'd given someone amusement. :)
Luckily, there were also some...ahem...better times, that weekend. And even that night. Where I was more smooth. And got to do some kissing, and some (very hot and consensual) smacking someone around with the chains she was bound up in. And so on.
"It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" is making me feel a little better.
Supposedly, if you go to any Chipotle tonight dressed as a burrito (which basically means putting a piece of foil on your head), you get a free burrito.
