well.
I had a lunch interview Wednesday. It was delightful and now I have to wait and wait and wait and wait and pick my nose and . . . stuff. I think I'm going to meet with the owner of the site soon, but not knowing how soon is a little bit aggravating. Whatev...there's a bonus every year, I'd get a new computer and keep my good insurance, so I can wait. I'm so ready to be out of here, though.
Wednesday was also the day that I got a somewhat veiled proposition (depends on who you ask) to go out with a married guy who I know and respect(ed). I don't understand at all - I was telling Zach this - but it's, like, why me? And not in a "oh my life is so horrible, sob sob, [orphanage groans]" way, but more like, what makes you think this would be a good idea to pursue with yours truly? What, for whatever reason, set me apart somehow? I don't know if I want to know. Either way, color me squicked.
Friday was fun because Zeej and I went out to Cooper after work and had a sit-down-and-drink-a-bunch-and-have-fun fest. We wrote notes for a Datingish post called "Fuck You, I'll Have An Appletini" - we need to write that. We got back to Astoria and Zach did pushups and made me waffles for dinner.
It should be noted that I had a mini panicked moment there because the girls were going through my bag yesterday (trying to figure out exactly what a tampon does was on the agenda yesterday pre-brunch but thankfully stopped before tomatoes were distributed) and I'd remembered Mira looking at scrap piece of paper and examining it. One had her playdate's address and phone number; the other said "fuck" on it a couple times from the appletini brainstorm. I couldn't find the latter and was sure she had found it on her bed, shown it to her mom and see-ya-later-tals.
Saturday, I intended to meet up with a Xangan and go to a Xanga meet-up, but the directions were confusing at best - "it says Gum Fong in Chinese", no address and "it's nearish this" - so we ended up walking around a bunch and I dragged Zeej along. She talked A LOT and by the time we got to Housing Works, it came to my attention that I would be extremely ill in a short period of time. We headed home, I was subsequently sick and he hung out with me and offered to buy orange Gatorade (really, is there any other acceptable kind? I think not) and sit with me all night. Best.boyf.ever. I told him to hang out with his roommate, who is leaving for California soon, and ate gorp and watched SNL while running to the bathroom every ten minutes (it was an improvement from before).
Sunday was Mira's violin recital, which, it turned out, was two hours. I think I now understand what the Dublin Dance parents must go through - there was no storyline between songs like at DDC, but we busted out pencils and made faces at each other for a good part of the second hour. Mira did a lovely job ("she's a performer," Lee says) and Nora pretended to be interested, which is really all you can ask for at her age.
It was also much more tolerable than I'd anticipated, mostly because I was busy all day. I headed into town at 11:30, bought flowers for Lee (I mean, come on, you have to) and was there until almost 7, so there wasn't a lot of time to sit around and mope. A guy on the train asked me if the flowers I was carrying were for Mom, and I said no, they were for surrogates. He nodded.
Tonight I will go to Gill's and Lucien will rush through homework so we can watch Star Trek, but first I have to get through legal threats, password requests and - ugh - six posts. Wish me luck.
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