Kickin It!

After a jam-packed weekend, this week has been going full throttle, too...

Monday night was a calm night in preparation for the week ahead...minus a surprise phone call from a friend who got engaged! A big congrats goes out to her and her future hubby:)

Tuesday I got to work only to find out my boss wasn't coming in, because she was too ill. A sudden version of 'Joy to the World' began ringing in my ears. It was cut short once she informed me I was going to come to her apartment to get a list of tasks for the day. I went to her 5th Avenue apartment, laptop in arms, fabric, and more to find a list of tasks and high hopes for getting off early....which I did!

Tuesday night was the dinner accompaniment to Saturday's skipped party. Showered and home-made card in hand, I jumped on the L train to Brooklyn. At dinner I was the only one there, minus his elder sister, who didn't know the 15 other best friends. I apologized to the host, but until I get a paid job or win the lottery, home-made cards and showing up are all I can afford. I sat beside a few other alumni at the very long table and proceeded to have awkward dinner conversation. One particular alum of several years was very intriguing, but when the big question came:

'Where do you work?'...followed by 'Do you know_____(my boss)?'

The conversation with me ended, but the story doesn't.

Dinner couldn't end soon enough. Feeling just as alone as before, I left for a thirty minute trek home.

First thing the next day, this was my dialogue between my boss (also a friend of the birthday boy, but too 'sick' to attend the party.):

B: I heard you met ____(birthday boy's friend).

M: Um, yes. I did.

B: Yea, he texted me last night.

M: Oh.

B: You know he and I used to date, right?!

M: Uh, no. I didn't.

This interlude left me with two big questions. How could such a nice (seeming) guy date her?! And, how can I possibly have the same taste in guys as her?!!

Putting my men-troubles aside I went to see the Radio City Rockettes last night! I have a dance friend from high school who is one, so another dancer-friend and I went to see her dress rehearsel. It was fantastic! I hadn't seen the Rockettes since I was 12 (when my hopes of becoming one were dependent upon how many inches I would grow during puberty...obviously not enough). The sparkle and magic were just as good as the first time, and I'm starting to get excited about NYC at Christmas. Well, I better get back to relaxing, because this week is not over yet!