December 30, 2002

they'll say anything

Weekend? What weekend?

Took yet another day off and spent good part of Friday and Saturday in v. cold out-of-state location with visiting San Diego Pal. After long ride back, was ready to settle in to v. comfortable bed with new Cosmo magazine. Pathetic? No way. Said issue of Cosmo had bedside astrologer. Crucial information for coming new year. Had made v. tentative "might see you" plans with J and was actually quite surprised when cell phone rang and was invited to join for evening of drinking and dancing at downtown swank site. Was in state of shock over invite because not only is J somewhat of a flake in "might see you" follow through, but also over entire array of J behavior that evening. Am not sure whether was Blood Alcohol Level or intoxicating scent of new perfume, but am fairly certain have not experienced the wonder that was flirtatious J in many moons.

D: Oh, leave your hair down... it's very pretty.
H: Ok... thanks, D.
J: She is beautiful, isn't she?
H: (jaw dropping) Wow... thank you.
D: You really are.
J: Yeah, you're very beautiful.
H: Stop, I'm blushing!

Do not think J has paid yours truly compliment of that sort since first date nearly one year ago. Was even more shocked when J displayed out of character, couple-ish behavior when leaving dance floor to get another round of drinks, planted kiss on forehead and swatted my tush. Did not bother questioning. Rather, simply took it all as good omen that would be spending rest of evening enjoying more of said activities. And did, indeed.
Had enormously good time dancing with J, his galpal D, and B. Sir Mix-a-lot seemed to strike chord with B who made fans of many a lady while shakin his not-so-big butt. Was ever so entertaining.

Spent entire day after torturing J in hungover state, quoting Crank Yankers with B at regular intervals.

H: Batman.
B: Gotham City.
J: Ugh! Why'd you get him started again? You stop, but he keeps going!
B: Batman?
H: I missed it! He was being too quiet... I got worried.
B: He lives in a lair.
J: Oh god.
B: I'll track him down with all of my hatred.

Am so looking forward to New Year's Eve celebration. Though, have no clue what to wear. And suppose it actually matters, as will be long evening and will probably remain fully clothed as B has warned that J will be too intoxicated for clothes-shedding activities.

Bother.

Posted by This Fish at December 30, 2002 03:25 PM
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