Hello, blogland! I’ve been terribly neglectful of my little corner of the web and I’ve missed it. I do have some very exciting projects in the works (details to come soon!), but unfortunately that means I don’t always have the time to keep up with my own blog.
I took off on Monday and spent the day getting poked and prodded… and not in a good way. Hey-o! Thank you, I’ll be here all week.
Last week sort of kicked me in the gut a little bit. Not sure what I did to upset the cosmos, but I was forced to go on a liquid diet when my body started rejecting foods it had always enjoyed (and let me tell you, eating soup in 90+ degree weather? Totally sucks big donkey balls). Said diet was also the reason I cancelled a trip to Montauk with my friend this past weekend and the reason I called off plans with the same date. Twice. Then my face started breaking out like I was 13 all over again, the heat made my hair expand to epic proportions, and all I wanted to do was eat ice cream and hang out in air conditioning all day. I should find out the results of my bloodwork and ultrasounds in the next day or two. Fingers crossed I’m back to my ol’ self in no time.
Two of my dear friends were married this past Sunday in a beautiful wedding in Sayville, NY. It was wonderful to dance the hora, laugh until my face hurt, and scope out the cuties on the dance floor. What was I so worried about? Being the single gal at a wedding was not as bad as I thought it would be. There was a moment when I found myself completely alone in the bridal suite with a guy I had my sights on. He looked me up and down, I gave him a sexy “well, helloooooo there,” and then I panicked and ran out. Smooth. I also got to meet Brad Sands, Phish’s ex-tour manager, and took a photo with him. I wanted to talk but there was a circle of phishheads around him all evening and I didn’t get a chance. Whomp!
Earlier I mentioned having to cancel on the same date twice. We finally had our chance to hang out last night, and I’m kind of crushing on him a little bit. We met online on a Phish board and then in a neighborhood bar a week later (turns out we live three blocks from one another). He was the first person I ever met sight unseen but I figured the Phish connection meant he had to be cool, right? Turns out, he’s ridiculously handsome. Which led me to believe he is a player. The first time we met, he said a few of his friends who are also on the boards would join us. So there I am in a bar surrounded by five adorable phishies. Not the worst thing in the world. But then he asked to hang out again yesterday and somehow I found myself in his friend’s apartment with two of his buddies and a dog.
And then he fist bumped me.
That combined with the fact that each time I hang out with him he invites his friends along makes me think he’s not interested. Right?