January 23rd, 2005
Last night I met my friend Christine at a pub for dinner and drinks. Her friend Tamara came and met us later on, and it soon became a “girl’s night out” thing. Tamara and I had never met before, so there was lots to gab about with someone new. Around 10:00 we noticed the arrival of My Gay Boyfriend (a local TV personality I absolutely adore, but fear is most likely gay, as much as I hate to admit it). I figured, since I had met him at a bar before, and was interviewed by him on his show once (my combined television appearances add up to a total of Eleven Available Minutes of Fame left for me; I will use them on Oprah) that I would wander by and say hello. Plus, the girls dared me to. He was standing by the bathrooms, so I made my way to the ladies room… he was surrounded by a bunch of GUYS and seemed immersed in conversation, so I figured I’d catch him on my way out of the bathroom. When I came out, he was gone. Waaah!
While I was scoping out My Gay Boyfriend and taking a bathroom break, Christine and Tamara were joined by Luke from Johannesburg, who was either looking for a little action or just out to make new friends. I’ve never seen a blonder man in my life! He got up to let me squeeze back in the booth and then sat back next to me. He didn’t appear to be going anywhere, so he became the girl’s night out party crasher. Unfortunately, the band was so damn loud in there, we could hardly hear each other speak. The most I could get out of him was that he’d been here two years and was a General Foreman for something involving pipes. Luke asked us all where our boyfriends were. Tamara’s is in Los Angeles, Christine’s was out with his friends, and mine, of course, is gay and had left earlier. Heh. Tamara asked him where his wife was, and he started in on this whole “I don’t believe in marriage” speech that I couldn’t hear because of the music, and didn’t want to hear anyway. Talk to me about not wanting to get married if you’re older and have been through it and have decided you don’t want to do that again (but you probably will, when you meet the right one and know it this time!). But when you’re 38 and never been married and out by yourself on a Saturday night looking to hook up with women in the bar, crikey, you’re just making excuses buddy.
The three of them were still going strong when I wimped out around 12:30 and headed home.
I have unofficially made Sundays my day off from exercise, so this morning I lazed around in bed for a long time before getting my arse up to make tea and continue being lazy. I figured I should still get some form of activity in aside from the housework I WILL be doing later. I decided a walk would be good, and after Monday’s success with walking, why not make a break for the mall without my scooter… Ah! Mistake. Just because you can do something one day, does not mean you can do it the next, DONNA. I barely made it in the mall doors before I knew I had made a mistake. I sat down just outside Sears to rest (already!) and was staring right at Cotton Ginny. There were sale racks outside the store - “take an additional 40% off!” “This rack only, $6!” There was a lovely turtleneck on the $6 rack just staring at me. I thought “these racks won’t be the Plus stuff though… CG Plus is never that cheap…” but lo and behold, they were! The lovely $6 turtleneck was my size! I ended up buying 3 tops for $23. Because I went to the mall for the purpose of activity, and dammit, the whole taking your wallet in and out of your purse thing is SO exercise.
I made it a few steps further to the food court for a bite to eat and another rest at Edo Japan before walking back to that same spot in front of CG for yet another rest before walking home. It was not a good day for walking, I almost fell so many times I don’t even want to think about it! Today was one of those days where I can’t feel my right foot when it hits the ground. I made it home in one piece and just collapsed. Hurrah!
Now I must, absolutely must, get some housework done and then I can relax and watch my soon-to-be-divorced other boyfriend’s butt in “Troy” tonight. Ciao!