Weekends are so fabulous lately. This one was no less fabulous. Jenn was in town this past weekend, and she arrived Friday evening around 6pm, give or take some minutes. I was in the middle of my beautification process when she arrived. I promptly made us martini’s and we sat around talking as we hadn’t been together since my last trip to Chicago. At some point, it occurred to me that I had stopped the process of getting beautiful when she arrived, and I was in mid-dress. I was drinking my martini and chatting with Jenn in jeans … and a bra. Somehow this didn’t seem odd to me, yet when I finally looked at myself I said to her “Perhaps I should put a shirt on” and even SHE seemed surprised I was wearing only the bra. The comfort you have with girlfriends is really unparalleled, isn’t it?
Jenn and I headed out for the evening, where we had dinner and many more martini’s. We had fun and the next day, we had hangovers. And because it always seems like a good idea to call and/or text people when drinking … at almost 2am that evening, I sent my Chicago Man a text asking if he could call when he was available. He being the wonderful man that he is, agreed and I was lucky enough to spend the rest of my night with him via our cell phones. His cell phone, however, isn’t so fond of me as it has a habit of ending calls for no apparent reason in mid-sentence. This is fine on a normal basis, as I can tell when the call has ended – it’s the dead silence. After having many martini’s in one evening however? I couldn’t tell dead silence if you had paid me, so even when our calls were abruptly ended, I didn’t realize and kept right on talkin until my phone would ring while it was on my ear (and me of course, STILL talking), scaring the hell out of my drunk self. <nodding> Can someone explain why Chicago Man hasn’t headed for the deep dark forest yet?
By the way, those that aren’t aware … this Mama is not a fan of the nature. At all. Or things that even remotely have anything to do with nature – bugs, tents, camp fires, things of this sort. So when I mention the deep dark forest? It’s because that’s probably the one place on earth I wouldn’t dare try to track him down in.
As Jenn still has family in my area, she was off to see said family and I was left on my own. I headed over to LetEmBreathe’s house for a bit of poker. After hello’s we promptly sat down with our matching beers and he pointed out that we hadn’t hung out in a month of Sundays. I’ve decided to rectify this situation, cuz he’s right. And I miss him. Besides, he who advises me to let my breasts breathe, no matter what the situation? Is just damn fun to be around.
In other news, I’ve a trip set to actually GO to Chicago and see my Chicago Man. *QT jumping around doing the happy girl dance* Random Esquire and Jenn will be seen as well, but I’ve already warned them that they will only be seen when my Chicago Man is working. RE complained only minimally about this and actually said that I’d be well taken care of while Chicago Man is working. Yeah, that sorta scared me.
Happy Monday everyone, and this song right here, it’s for my friend PC. Cuz now PC? When I hear it? I think of you.