Expectations

And here's a new question:

Been a hellacouple days. Seriously - 14 hours each yesterday and today. I haven't had a minute nor the energy to work out. I'm still recovering DOOD.

Tomorrow, I get up and fly out to DC for another business trip. Boss wants to hang, of course. Here's my query:

I know I have to spend time meeting with her. It's a business trip, after all.

But there are some amazing Anusara yoga studios in the greater area and, technically, the classes they offer are after business hours. So, what's the policy here?

Is it cool to say I'm on the clock from 8 am (when the show opens) until 5 (an hour after the show closes) and then I'm on my own? Is it kosher to jet off to a yoga class at 6:30 or 7pm during a business trip? What's the policy here? I honestly don't know... Especially when CrazyBossLady want to be my friend...

I better figure this out soon. Leave for the airport at 8 am...

Data Overload

WOW.

That's all I have to say.

WOW.

What a long, strange trip it was. All things considered - and I know this will disappoint so very many of you - it was a pretty decent, incident-free trip. But STRANGE.

Thanksgiving was fun. My uncle's girlfriend accompanied him to dinner which, somehow, made him relax. So he was less of an ass and more of a playful, happy guy. Lots of fun. My best friend and her amazing daughter came and we had a great time giggling hysterically, as is our wont. There was only a minor tense moment with the Mother Figure but I dealt with that fairly effectively, if I say so myself.

The really only tense time came when GoodBuddy got lost on the way to NJ. I know - I should have expected this. From the first time we met back up over a year ago, he's been hopeless with directions. I blame the sloppies. But, he made it to the hotel, safe and sound. And then, miraculously, he made it to my parents' house in time to say hello.

"Well, if that wasn't as fucking awkward as all hell."

Well, yea, it kinda was. But here's the reality. He's been there more for me in the past few years than my family has. So if it comes down to spending time with him over time with them, guess where my heart lies. Plus, he's good in bed and lets me swear.

So, the weekend was wierd. We didn't do Kids' Day. For the first time in a hundred years. And this caused Mom some serious weeping. But it was for the best, truly. Why should we walk around a mall, not buying anything, just for the sake of it, when we know she can barely walk?

I spent most of the time at the hotel with GoodBuddy. He was pretty relaxed during the entire weekend and, well, I hated the thought of him spending time alone. We had a great time at the reunion and he was attentive as all hell. Which, of course, only made me love him more. We did have some tense moments wondering what the hell we were doing but, well, the drugs and booze tended to mitigate the anxiety. (I kid!)

All things considered, here's the amazing thing. We're still talking. After something like 10 plus hours in the car together on the way home - and this was no easy ride by any stretch of the imagination - we're still communicating. For someone who once believed that she needed to marry a guy in order to make him put up with me, that's pretty huge. More than halfway through the drive, GoodBuddy looked over and said, "well, it's more than five hours into this marathon roadtrip together. Your thoughts?" I responded: "I should probably ask you that question." And his response? "Two thumbs up and room to spare."

Wow. Holy hell. No, seriously. WOW.

Pictures will follow as soon as they're posted and ready...

Meme

I have been tagged by Livia Agusta with the below meme. I don't usually indulge in these things, but, heck, I'm bored, I'm on a train and I'm avoiding work. So here goes!

Here are the rules:1. Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.

2. Share 7 facts about yourself, some random, some weird.
3 Tag someone at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs.

Seven things about you:

1. I have been a vegetarian for more than half of my life. I do not honestly know why I gave up eating meat but I do know I don't miss it one bit.

2. If I ever did go back to eating meat, I'd have a McDonalds chicken sandwich.

3. My first car was named Cecilia after the Simon and Garfunkle song. I wrote a lot of poetry about my car in college - so much so that my professor bought me an anthology entitled Drive They Said in which another professor was published.

4. I was a cheerleader in High School for a squad that competed in the National Championships down in Orlando, FL. I wasn't actually friends with any of the girls on the squad, though.

5. I took the virginity of one of my high school boyfriends with whom I share a birthday. He is now a happily out and proud homosexual in NYC.

6. I don't have children, I don't want children, I don't like children.

7. I listen to Wait! Wait! Don't Tell Me! (the NPR news quiz coming to you live from the Chase Auditorium in beautiful Downtown Chicago...) religiously.

I’m tagging: Sapphire Dakini

Romy and Michelle

It's hard to believe it's Thanksgiving time already. This year has been an absolute blur. In truly cliched fashion, this year has flown right by. I can't believe how much has changed in my life...

And, to prove just how much things have changed, I've decided to go to my high school reunion. Ack.

Yes, I will don pantyhose and makeup and even high-heeled shoes in exactly five nights and I will venture forth to see again people I have not seen for 15 years. I have no idea why I am compelled to do this - I don't think there's enough therapy in the world for that. But, going I am.

Perhaps most shocking is that I'm not going alone. GoodBuddy will be accompanying me.

This, of course, means that he will have to meet my family. And, perhaps worse, means that my family will have to meet him.

And all of this means that this here bloggy blog will be rife with stories of the hilarity (and painful) forthcoming. Stay tuned.

There might even be pictures....

Plusses and Minuses

So, today, I was supposed to work at the office. I've been taking advantage of the fact that no one on my team works in Boston by working from home when I wasn't actually, officially working from home. Haven't visited my cube in days.

Today, I was actually and legitimately planning on heading into the office. I had boxes to unpack and boxes to pack. And, all that aside, I'm out of town for the lion's share of the next two months.

So, I get to the train station, 8 minutes to spare, and check my Blackberry, ala Crackberry.

"NOTICE: 501 BOYLSTON STREEt IS CLOSED FOR A POWER OUTAGE."

Now, I am sure am thankful that I found out before I took the ride in. And it sure was nice to spend the day at home with the kitties before massive time of away. And, of course, it was nice to get my laundry and packing done before this weekend of "WTF!ness"

At the same time, a little pissed that I 1) got up at the ass crack of dawn 2) wasted a perfectly good leg shave. Ah well, guess I have to be a girly girl sooner or later. After all, I did get a brow wax on Saturday....