Manic Panic

I feel unreasonably excited about this firm golf outing tomorrow--as in, someone should lower her expectations, I think.  Here are the reasons I'm excited:

• I get to sleep in.
• I love day trips, especially up in the Westchester area.
• I love drinking iced coffee while riding in someone's car and being the navigator.
• I get to live the high life at a country club.
• I get to drive a golf cart.
• I get to keep the golf score and possibly accept creative bribes.
• I get to day drink.  Beer.
• I get to drink while driving a golf cart that contains the suits all getting silly.
• I get to dress up in a costume -- as a country club golfer.
• Along those lines, my one boss (who's in my golf foursome) today asked what color outfit I was wearing tomorrow, then promised me a visor.  He visited his brother's office at lunch, and brought me back a navy one with a merchant ship on the front.  (It's the bro's company logo, but very understated.)  I am calling it a pirate ship.  I have a visor with a pirate ship on it.

• I have a crush on at least one of the boys going.
• This boy named Smee probably/maybe has a crush on me.
• And his new golf bag has an insulated pocket for storing more beer.  
• And today I let him borrow my freezer pack cooler thingies so I feel involved.  It's our pocket now.
• I get to spend the entire day with my favorite work friends, plus then have a BBQ dinner while wearing my best sexy blue wrap dress and metallic goldish heels, and then most likely go out on the town back in Manhattan with said favorite work friends.
• Along those lines, that means I get to do an outfit/hair change in the middle of this maximum-time-with-crush day.  
• And I am wearing the visor right now.

Soooo obviously it can't be as epic as I think, yes?  I need to chill out, but when your boss interrupts your meeting with the accountant today to say, "Sorry, but I have an important question." [Looks at me...]  "Is Heineken Light OK?"  It means things are gonna start getting real.  (Oh dear...when you spell Heineken correct on your first attempt, it might mean you have a problem.)

My internet at home was out last night, which drove me crazy as I had a Skype date with Britch!  I managed to download Skype to my BlackBerry and we talked for awhile that way, though I'm a little worried about data usage [this is when your eyes glaze over...]  Anyway, it's being spotty tonight so I'm hoping I can post this when I'm done.  Stupid Time Warner needs to die a thousand fiery deaths.

Not much else is going on here...it's looking like the potential movie night in the Sculpture Garden will get rained out, which is OK as Schmess had to cancel anyway, and I'm trying to be quiet so my upstairs SWF neighbor won't know I'm home and avoiding her invite to come up for a potluck/movie night with her friends.  She's getting weirder, people...I feel mean, but not so mean that I'm willing to be her instant best friend.

So here's hoping that I won't end up shedding any clothes while drunk driving a golf cart tomorrow (like we did in high school, RIGHT BRITCH?)  If I do end up streaking, I promise you I'll keep the visor on.  I will report back, but please lower your expectations on my behalf.  Thanks.

I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore

As in, I just can't work anymore today.  I am worked out.

So, last night was our first (and last) softball playoff game of the season.  It was a fun game, and went into extra innings, but as we were the away team, we didn't have last at-bats so when they scored 3 to top our 2, it was dunzo.  Still, it was exciting and a good way to go out, I think.  And also the air was thick and soupy, and I realized that I'm not so sad about softball being over with, though I enjoyed this season more than I thought I would.  But now I have more free time, that just may translate into gym time.  You know, we'll see what happens.

Tonight is Veggie Pick-up (and it's a fruit week, I think!  I love the bi-weekly fruit pickups!  I'm so bi.)  Then it's home for inventive cooking, laundry (maybe), and my upstairs lady neighbor invited me up to join her and friends for potluck and a movie...but I think she's kind of weird and I want to skip it.  I'll see how the guests seem when they show up by looking out my peephole.  Good idea, right?  I think she is weird because:
1.  She is dating and has moved in with my landlord, a diminuitive Latino with anger problems who likes ballroom dancing and shortie shorts.  He is also much older than she seems, as she is probably my age, but you know the appeal of a man with property...
2.  I saw her wearing the same professional outfit (ugly printed skirt, ugly pastel shell top) two days in a row to work this week.  Why?  It's certainly not a uniform.
3.  That's mostly it -- she's usually nice, but I don't want to be buddies.

Also, I've been so tired this week that I may want to go to bed at 8 pm.  It's true, I'm on my way to becoming a shut-in.

In other fun news, Schmillie and I planned a trip to visit Schmauren in Boston in two weeks!  I can't wait!  I even am leaving work early on a Friday (like everyone else in the world) so we can beat the traffic. 

Before Diabetes went on vacation, at some point when we were talking in his office he showed me how a shelf on his bookcase was "broken."  I just pointed out that one of the pegs (that holds it up from underneath) was in the wrong slot (so dirty) but he didn't want to fuss with it, so I said that I'd fix it at some point.  I realize this was very butch of me, but I can't help it!  I like to fix things.  So I just fixed it now and put a Post-It on the shelf that says "Voila!" with a smiley face and "-S."  I'm so lame with my romantic overtures, but I've accepted this.  Also, the only co-worker who knows we have a flirtation (the paralegal girl in my office) is encouraging me to text him and ask how his vaca is going.  She says that he clearly wanted to hear from me as he gave me his number.  I feel like a character in a romantic comedy -- the one who makes all the wrong assumptions, actually.  But I'm considering it, too.  Advice?

Weekend Update

Hello darlings.  I am posting this late, because despite not having fun internet time at work, I'm going to do my best not to abandon you again.  For so long, at least.

Well, it was a great weekend and it left me worn out today at work for no clear reason, but hey, sometimes you need to rest after having lots of fun, right?  Friday night I came home to try to nap (failed) and shower before heading with the freshly arrived Schmauren to Sweet Afton.  We nabbed a table, ordered some delicious food and beers, welcomed more friends, and also began the shots pretty early.  They were a reward for us when the computer messed up our beer order, leaving us waiting for awhile, so hello again, Pickleback.  And then Lemon Drop.  And then some other ones that I don't even remember what they were.  At around midnight, the remaining few of us headed over to Cavo, this Greek daytime restaurant, nighttime club in Astoria.  I used to live across the street from it, but never went in, so I'd always wanted to see what the fuss was about.  I'll tell you -- aggressive Greek men.  But it was fun to dance for a bit, with the girls and then with the circling vultures, then I hit my wall and walked home, managing to slice my feet with my sandals in the process.  Oh, my tender feet.  (Isn't tenderfoot some sort of insult?  Oh, yes.)  OH and I wore the jeggings and two separate people said I looked skinny...so hopefully they're a go.

Saturday was up for a lovely outdoor brunch with Schmauren and Schmate.  Granted, I was feeling a bit pukey and only ate half my Crab Cake Hollandaise, but it was still a very leisurely and relaxing weekend treat.  I felt better after getting some food in my tummy, then since Schmauren was nice enough to drive us into Manhattan, we drove back and hit up our favorite Astoria discount clothing store, where I nabbed some NY&Co. belts for $2.00 each.  Score.  Then home for some AC and Bravo TV time in bed with Schmauren before she had to head out for a concert on Governor's Island.  While she was out, I napped, watched movies, ran a few errands, and just relaxed until she came home and we chatted a bit before sleep time.  Because...

On Sunday we got up early(ish) to head into Manhattan to meet Schmate and Schmillie for Delware River Tubing!  We'd all been looking forward to it all summer, and the day was upon us.  After some Dunks for the road, we headed to the other side of NJ and sunscreened up.  It was so relaxing (once we got over the massive influx of people compared to when we went last year) to float along, paddling sometimes, and riding the (very tame, mini) rapids.  And since the river runs (through it) on the border of NJ and PA, we were IN TWO STATES AT ONE TIME.  After a few hours on the river, we stopped in the nearby Frenchtown, NJ for some ice cream and then hit the road back to the city, all sunny and ready for our showers and beds.  Separate beds, unfortunately, and I had to bid adieu to Schmauren so she could head back to Boston.  Wahh.

So today was busy at work, and I never seem to get everything done now, but hey, the day goes fast.  Work boyfriend (I CAN'T call him Diabetes.  I'm working on it.) is away on vacation, which makes it much less interesting, and dare I admit it, I'm wearing my less-favorite clothes since I don't care to impress anyone particularly.  Am I crazy or does anyone else do stuff like that?  Oh, and after work on Friday, he BBMed me (BlackBerry messaged, for those who aren't familiar) and said that he wouldn't be on the BlackBerry much while he was gone, so he gave me his personal cell phone number.  He said that one's just for friends...WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?  Well, I responded and said something about how I was glad I made the cut, and I gave him my number, too, and then he said something about how we passed the line of mere co-workers awhile ago.  But see how we're on that Friend Line, where it's unclear?  Don't get me wrong, it's really fun and I sort of like the ambiguity now because I'm not ready for more, or sure I want it, but I still get the fluttery "he likes me" feeling and that's the best.  And I also think I'll just wait for him to contact me, as I don't need to push anything at this point.

Tonight I'm staying in, catching up on some home stuff, online stuff, and relaxing.  I've been reading some Marian Keys novels and I'm in the middle of one that I am looking forward to dipping into before bed.  Isn't that the best feeling?  Schmillie hooked me up with a bunch of them, and on my vacation I read Watermelon, which was surprising apropos for my situation, with a cheating husband who left his wife after she JUST GAVE BIRTH.  So guess what, my situation could've been worse!  It was actually fun and light, but also really poignant in some ways for me, and they're just fun novels.  I recommend.

Well, goodnight for now.  It's time me to watch last night's episode of The Next Food Network Star...even though my favorite one, the cute guy, (SPOILER) got sent home last week.

Misc and What I Ate: Wednesday, December 30

Good morning, world. Are you all indoors and warm today? I finally opened up the valves on my radiator in my bedroom last night, so of course was awakened at 5 am by the clanking sounds and the stifling heat. (Granted, I went to bed with multiple layers on, under all the covers, with an extra fleece blanket on top. There was a 0 degree wind chill last night, people, and my windows are drafty!) At least tomorrow should be warmer for New Year's Eve revelry.

That said, I'm laying down the law: NYE is off limits, WW-wise. I will eat, drink and be merry, and maybe even extend that into New Year's Day, as I may need recovery time. And by recovery time, I mean tacos.

Still, today is today, and here's the plan. It's pretty much identical to yesterday's, but one must form habits intentionally:
Breakfast -- coffee, Honey Bunches of Oats, skim milk (4)
Lunch -- turkey and swiss on sandwich thin with L&T, Miracle Whip light and mustard; apple (5)
Dinner -- brown rice with vegetable tomato sauce and cubed chicken (7); romaine salad with tomatoes, cucumbers, feta, homemade vinaigrette (2)
Snack -- low fat yogurt (2)
TOTAL = 20 points

What's especially exciting about my sandwich today is that I am using non-expired mayo. The last time I bought a jar (of Low Fat Hellman's), I only realized after getting home that it had just expired. My grocery store is a fresh hell every time you enter, so rather than try to take it back, I just figured it'd be fine for awhile after the "best by" date. So I used it...until yesterday. That's when I realized how many months had passed, and how it tasted a little weird, and decided to WASTE the few tablespoons in the bottom of the jar (I know) and buy a fresh condiment. So I got my Miracle Whip Light at Target, and this will be a good day.

In other news, I spent a good chunk of the last 30 minutes attempting to track down my work crush on Facebook, but was unsuccessful (though I did think I had a lead, but after looking through that person's friends and work connections, I decided he wasn't my target.) Oh, I should mention that none of the matching FB profiles had his picture clearly visible--obviously that would've made my job easier. As I'm cyberstalking, who should call into the office to ask me to transfer him into his voicemail, but Work Crush himself. I felt like I was caught red-handed...though we played it cool. Actually, I asked if he was going to be in today (as phone-answerer, I get to know these things) and he said maybe tomorrow or maybe not until next week. Lies! Before Christmas, he told me he'd be back from vacation yesterday! Also, I felt like it was awkward because I wished him safe travels back...I think I was trying too hard. Anyway, we're still deep in Phase 2 of my romance plan: Awkward Flirting. I can't wait for Phase 3: Skilled Flirting.

Otherwise, the day is uneventful. I've not really done any work yet, though there isn't much to do, and not many people are in the office. I'm looking forward to prepping some appetizers tonight for my shift at hosting our Progressive New Year's Eve party tomorrow, and I'll do some cleaning around the ol' apartment.

Also, I just ate 4 bite-sized chocolate candies: Twix, Snickers, and 2 Reese's. I'm not counting those points, just chock 'em up to Flexies.