Recap

Ooh my, what a weekend.

It all started with a tormented social schedule. My company had a “woman’s weekend” that I was strongly encouraged to attend.

I also had a party for my friend that is going to the jailhouse, he was throwing himself a party.

My women’s weekend people were going to Mothers. That’s right. Mothers. Grrr. A bunch of women, whom I don’t know, who are all 10-15 years younger than I am, going to Mothers. I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t.

I believe I am receiving the silent treatment today. It’s unbelievable. Nice I suppose that they wanted me to attend so badly that they won’t talk to me now. But give me a big fat break. No one would want to do that. So I didn’t. And as we all know, I can’t wait to get out of this job, much less go hang out at suburban bullshit bar.

So I went to the jail party, much closer to home. And it was alright, they all left to go to a different party, so John and I went and had 7$ cocktails at Tiny Lounge. But we had a great group of people, and they were my age and mostly men, so way better than Mothers.

Saturday I gave a tour that started shaky and ended fabulous. In fact, one of the couples signed up for a membership, so how cool is that?

Then I went to the gym and ended up riding my bike to Evanston, quite a physical day.

John started painting our bedroom and I started to help, until I re-learned my spaz painting techniques and threw the brush down in frustration. But he has made it look beautiful!

Yesterday we showed our pride as best we could by not holding hands and grossing out the gays.

Then off to cheeseburgers and Batman with Barbera.

Christian Bale is some kind of hot stuff. Meow.

So it’s been a quiet day here at work, they must have forgotten that the silent treatment here is the biggest give I could receive.

It may be harsh, but it’s the dang truth.