yes, as J.Lo’s character said in “The Wedding Planner”
“I’m a magnet for unavailable men. And I’m sick of it.”
Besides some other things that I do not want to go into detail here…well, another occurance Friday night. It was my colleague EB’s birthday bash that started with margaritas and sangria at a bar near the office, and after a coupla hours, moved to the main event at a nice bar/loungey place in the east village. And I see a cute guy sitting by himself at the bar and feeling daring, I go up and talk to him. So we chat for a few minutes and I ask if he’s waiting for someone. Silence. “friends…girlfriend?” Neither, apparently a first date. And wouldn’t you know it, she shows up a coupla minutes later.
Just. my. luck.
Well, do have to respect the honesty. Still didn’t mean I like the circumstances. (Why do they always have to be on a date/taken/married/etc…) So in an effort to make myself feel better, I pound one after another of Stoli Blueberi and tonic. But it just gave me a killer hangover during the night and the morning after. After sleeping in, I did try the Skylight method of hangover relief-a 9-mile run to sweat out any leftover alcohol in the system. And I guess it worked…
Before I had to go do it all over again at a b-day party in Brooklyn (who knew it was so easy to get to Williamsburg?) and at mother’s day festivities on Sunday (complete with pretty strong appletinis made by one of my mom’s friends. Good though, made with Absolut Pear vodka-gave them a kick.) Well at least Sunday was a good time. Some family issues going on, my dad has had a very stressful month, I think it was good for him to have friends and (normal) family members around.
And it’s no wonder that even after taking today off, I’m still wiped…