I spent the majority of today's morning commute thinking highly inappropriate thoughts about the Xavier Rugby player sitting across from me. Please let me know if you have the name and number of an appropriate therapist for me. In my defense, he was really, really cute. And I think he was probably a senior. At the very least a junior. And really, really cute. Plus, I think I'm in heat. Normally it only happens when I ovulate, but maybe September is special. You know what I mean by heat, right? Not all catlike and rubbing my butt on things and yowling. Just noticing the hotness of boys more and wanting to climb the walls a little? Yeah. It's that. And in this vulnerable state the powers that be threw a teenaged hottie rugby player in front of me. Then sent me off to the dermatologist to get groped (in a very polite & professional manner). Then put the smokin' hot married man of my dreams (no, I am not a homewrecker. Yet. So dreamy...) in front of me in the caf at lunch. Later today I'm supposed to get a massage from a friend. Maybe I should reschedule. I mean, how many times in one day can a girl take off her clothes and lay down on a table to get groped by some guy? Ugh, I've now made myself feel dirty. Actually I think I made myself feel dirty back when I typed ovulate.
My weekend was good. Spent very little time in my apartment which upset the kitties. When I got home last night Nani meowed endlessly and then jumped on my chair and wedged herself between the back of the chair and my ass and meowed until I finally gave her some attention. I am such a bad mom.
The weekend was exhausting, though. Worked late on Friday, went for a walk and got to bed way too late for the 6:45AM alarm the next day. Drove to CT with Steph and Maggie for a 37 hour alumni board meeting. Though there was lunch at some point in there and I think some hanging out with friends I hadn't seen in a while. The meeting was fairly productive but way too long. But then again anything more than two hours is too long to me so... We picked up Charlotte for the trip home and ended up stopping at the Super Duper Weenie (original) for a snack on the way. The dogs were tempting but I went with the Tuna salad and the onion rings. Awesome onion rings.
Then we unloaded Charlotte at her place, got Maggie to her place to change into a bra-revealing top for her later activities, grabbed Muffy and drove out to Red Hook for dinner. We figured we had the car for the night and might as well go someplace that's best reached by car. After lottery ticket purchasing we settled in at 360 for a late, long dinner. The menu is not veggie friendly, but when Steph asked the waiter about it, he said they could do a veggie plate for me. It turned out to be rather good. Though I still don't like broccoli rabe. The wine was tasty and the company excellent. Though the other patrons... my god. It was pretty noisy in there which wasn't fun, but the woman at the table next to us was special. Our waiter was at our table discussing wines with Steph when he suddenly looked a little startled and turned around. The woman there had been Pinching His Ass! When he turned around all confused she said, "Hey, babe, can you get us some dessert when you get a chance?" Dude. They had JUST finished their dinner. It wasn't as if they had been sitting around waiting or anything. And he was very obviously in the middle of discussing the wine list with us. She just pinched this guy's ASS outta nowhere. He was very polite, said he'd get someone for her, went and got one of the other guys there and then came back and stood on the other side of the table to finish our orders, saying it was "safer" over there. Poor guy. He was really nice too. Turns out Muffy & Maggie had thought the woman was a friend of his and called him Dave. We asked him about it towards the end of the meal and had a pretty funny conversation about it. Then we spent a hunk of the rest of our time there making ass pinching jokes. As well as stuffing our faces. I tried to be good and avoid dessert but Waiter "Dave" brought me some anyway. And who am I to turn away free caramel dessert something or other? Takes a stronger woman than this one.
Sunday was brunch at Lobo with Muffy and Steph. After that we were going to head to the bookstore to look at travel guides and ponder a trip in October. Brunch ended around 1:30 or so. I got home about 9 that night. We spent hours and hours on the internet hashing over what we wanted to do. We are all really excited about Rome, but are now having problems deciding where to stay and what's the cheapest way to do it. Muffy and I thought we'd finally settled on a package/hotel when Steph came over with an article he'd read talking about cheap fabulous hotels/hostels. Turns out it was written by Pumpkin's old college roommate. A travel writer. Who I knew was a serious expert on Italy but had forgotten about as I haven't seen him in ages, partially because Pumpkin hasn't been to visit in ages (yes, that was a hint). So, we thought we'd see if we could hire or badger him into giving us advice and help and are tabling things for a couple of days. I think Muffy, Steph and I are just so different, opinionated and talky that we may end up spending more time planning the trip then we'll actually spend on it. But I'm really in love with the idea of Rome. Especially with a day trip to Pompeii. Though it makes my head hurt to think of how much it's all going to cost. But it should be worth it, right? Yes. Once we get our tickets and reservations. Heh.
I've always wanted to go to Italy. It's going to be Awesome. And they totally have hottie rugby players in Italy. Right?
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