The Source of the Vodka

A few months ago a friend of Roomie’s needed a place to stay for a few weeks while he looked for a new apartment. Roomie was going to be out of town and offered up the spare room we had. The man accepted the lovely offer from roomie and moved into the house.

About 4 days into our acquaintance and his stay at the house we were at home on a regular Wednesday night and both felt like having a cocktail but there was nothing worth having in the house. So off he went to the store to get something. Now I assumed he would come back with a bottle of wine or 6 beer as it was a week night, but no he came back with a 26er of Vodka and we proceeded to drink the whole thing in a little more than 2 hours and in that time exchanged the coles notes version of our life stories.

That evening I talked to my mom and she said that my hangover must be the influence of the bad man living in my house as on my own I would never do anything like that. The next day she sent the man the following letter …

Notice To Terminate Tenancey

To: Mr. Vodkasource

And all others occupying the first bedroom on the second floor at (my house but the address is not for public consumption).

You are hereby notified that your tenancy of the premises is terminated on September 30, 2006. and on that day you will be require to surrender possession of the premises to the Landlord. (As well as any alcohol residing in the premises.)

Judicial proceedings (of a martriacal nature) may be instituted for your eviction if you do not surrender possession of these premises as well as all negative influences on fellow tenants on or before the date set forth above.

It is illegal for a tenant to unreasonably withhold consent for the landlord to enter into the dwelling unit in order to:
* inspect the premises
* make necessary or agreed repairs, alterations or improvements
* provide alcohol to a consenting adult
* act as a poor example to junior tenants
* consume alcohol or other intoxicants in excess



And that is how he became known at Vodkasource.

Not that any of this matters, as he still hasn’t called and I am still too embarrassed to talk to him if he did. But I promised I would explain where the name came from so there you are.

TSG

Mamas

So over the past two days I have received three fabulous packages in the mail from some of my mamas. One package from my actual biological mother, one package from my mom’s college roommate whom I also call mama and one from the yaya that I am named after. All three are wonderful women and they have sent wonderful little gifts.

I have to be honest though my favourite things in the packages are the olive mesh arm warmers from one of the ya-ya’s. They will be perfect accessories for the fetish night I am attending in two weeks. As always your ya-ya timing is impeccable. I will do my best to get a picture to the ya-yas in my full outfit for that evening.

Also sent were some dresses from my past in a hope that one of them would work for my upcoming Christmas excursion with Awesome. Well I am ecstatic to report that the dress my mom sent is perfect for the party according to all. It is red velvet and according the CMG it is the perfect naughty elf outfit. The best part is that it is a dress I bought in highschool, and it fits! I think I will have to kiss my trainer tomorrow.

Must run. Today is GB champagne birthday and there is celebrating to do.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GB!

The Single Girl

Ps. Here is a picture of us preparing Absinthe on Saturday night in the sultan’s tent. In case you ever wondered how it was done ...

Bad Bad Bad

It is amazing how bad one 24 hour period can feel. Yesterday I was pretty hung over from my date on Sunday which of course makes everything difficult especially when you have a long day … keep in mind while you read that I was really hung over, all day and continue to feel achy even now as I type … just wanted you to have some perspective …

So I knew when I got up yesterday that it was going to be a long day, I had a couple of big meetings and was going to be at the office until after 8pm, no big deal, other than the hangover, right? Wrong …

I made the decision to sleep in a little as I had to work late and really everyone would be happier if I didn’t show up reeking of a brewery. So I spent my morning working quietly at my desk thanking karma for my ultra Tylenol.

By the time my first meeting came around I was doing okay, some pizza in my system and few coffees down the hatch. When I got to the meeting I thought this will be okay, I am doing better. Wrong. It was one of those meetings where you feeling like the people talking are the teacher in Charlie Brown, all I heard was waahh wahh wah wahhhhh for TWO HOURS. And I wasn’t the only one after all left and the boss was ready to hit the roof he was so mad at what a waste of time it had been. I am just happy I didn’t actually fall asleep like I thought I was going to.

At the end of the meeting we found out that there was a flood in the office. A flood that meant the office to had to close early and that a portion of the roof has been torn out. Luckily people moved my laptop out of harm’s way so I can bring you this post. One would think that having a flood close the office would be great as I could go home early and attempt to sleep off the hang over. Wrong. I still had to go at a 6pm meeting which lasted until 8:30. Again I felt like a Charlie Brown character for two hours but once it was over I knew I could go home and relax.

GB and roomie were waiting with bated breath when I got home to hear about my date. As I recounted what I could remember of the date GB was ever so delighted to tell me and roomie of all the witty and insightful things I said the night before. Apparently when I got home I spent twenty minutes in a chair with my head in my lap repeating “He thought it was a date … I don’t understand.” I remember nothing and wonder if he is making it all up ... sadly I know he isn’t.

I made the wise decision to go to bed early and to tape my favourite show Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. This morning when I got up I realized I had time to watch the first 20 minutes before I went to work so I turned on the VCR to discover taped the wrong channel. This means I will have to live without the two most adorable actors ever for another week. You must understand I love both Bradley Whitford and Matthew Perry and have for years. They each were the highlights on their old shows The West Wing and Friends respectively and it is this single girl’s wet dream to have them on a show together for an hour every week especially one created by Arron Sorkin. Needless to say I am really bummed.

To add insult to injury, this morning the coffee grinder broke. I crawled out of bed and into the shower knowing that roomie was already up and making coffee. It was the only thing getting me through the shower and the thought of facing the day. I don’t know how bad some of your hang overs are but one like this does stay with you for the second day and on that second day you need coffee.

A lot more is happening this week and weekend and I will do my best to document but I must run as Awesome is calling me right now about this weekend. You know what they say … when God closes a Vodkasource somewhere he finds something Awesome to open.

Hugs and kisses

The Single Girl

Where have I been you ask?

Well on Thursday GB and I went to a customer appreciation event held by the local merchants. They had wine and cheese at 20 stores in the neighbourhood and we hit about 9 stores, pretending to be interested in what they were selling as we sucked back wine for 3 hours. By 9pm we had become kleptomaniacs, stealing chocolates from one store and blatantly taking a second glass of wine at the last store – because we really needed more wine at that point. To top it all off we went home and drank port and got into a heated argument about Grey’s Anatomy.

On Friday night we cleaned the house, drank some wine and lazed around the fire place for the evening.

Saturday we threw a party complete with a sultan’s tent in our back room. GB had a great time holding court for all telling stories, pouring absinthe … yep we had absinthe at our party. 12 of us crammed into the tent late in the night and we each had a shot or two of the vile stuff. I didn’t have any hallucinations or anything, nor did I feel that I got any drunker, but at least I can cross it off the list of things to try once in one’s life. The party ended by 3:30 and I got a solid 7 hours of sleep.

Sunday I had a date, kind of. I went out with the man my mother refers to as Vodkasource (which is a story for another day). We went to a show, then a work event with lots of free wine and then to the bar for beer. Notice there is no dinner in that list of activities … yeah, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he never calls as I was a bit in my cups - as mom would say – by the end of the evening.

As a public service here are my top 5 things not to do on a first date (that I did)

1. Get blind drunk
2. Ask “are we on a date?”
3. Talk about your interest in younger men (which vodkasource is not)
4. Party all night and all morning go home, change and show up for the date still a little out of it – well that one was him not me but I still think it is good not to do that
5. Plant a sloppy peck on your date as you are falling into the cab because you are blind drunk.

So here I sit at my desk, feeling like a bit of a fool, hoping that he was as drunk as I was, or at least so over tired he didn’t really notice what an idiot I was.

This week I will recount the story of how Vodkasource got his name, I promise. I just need to get through today in one piece first.

A little bit like crack really …

I have favourite blogs that I go to EVERYDAY to see if there is anything new with any of my friends and web friends that don’t know I exist- yet. Sometimes I find there is no new post on the half dozen sites I hit regularly so I have started to look at the blogs that my favourite bloggers have recommend and it is soooooo addictive. The Company Bitch recently recommended a site and I am now about as obsessed with him as she is, and the more blogs you go to the greater number of blogs that you become aware of. It is a vicious cycle.

Must get my fix …

TSG

Overheard at my house last night (OQB this is for you)

As I was trying to convince the dog to come with me so I could go to bed, GB was trying to convince the dog to snuggle with him instead. The dog went the GB (of course because I was offering a cage and GB was offering his lap) and the following dialogue transpired:

TSG: Dude I want to go to bed give me the dog.

GB: Ha Ha! The Dog likes me better. He is my boyfriend not yours.

TSG: Umm … that is fine as I think of him like a son not a boyfriend

GB: That’s kind of funny … can’t you just see it. Where is GB? Oh out on a date with TSG and OQB’s son.

TSG: LOL … That is kind of funny and disturbing … and yet …

GB: And yet not that far fetched …

Laughter from both GB and TSG and confused looks from the dog

TSG: Give me the dog.


I should also point out that we had a lot to drink last night (read 4 pitchers between 3 people) so it might not be as funny today as it was last night.

The Single Girl

With Friends Like Those

My mother is a great woman … no really you should meet her. She is smart, nice, a good friend and above all else she can drink beer like no one I have ever met, except maybe her high school friends. My mom is still in close contact with some her friends from high school (we should all be so lucky) and once a year they get together for a weekend of shopping eating and well of course beer drinking.

This year the Ya-Yas – as they are lovingly known created a list of things to do before they are 60 (which is a long ways off as they are all young skinny bitches). I think it is a great list and encourage all avid readers to think about and create their own to do list for the next few years.

Here are the highlights from the Ya Ya list to inspire you all:

Get a tattoo
Go for an all inclusive vacation together to someplace warm
Organize another get together with the petite ya-yas ( all the Ya Ya daughters come too!)
Expand their sexual fantasies
Go to a sex shop and buy something fun
Dress up like the Supremes and go for a night on the town
Get a group photo done professionally and in costumes


That is not the entire list but those are some of my favorites. All of these women inspire me and I love them all – I am even named after one of them. Good luck ladies, it is a long list but I know if anyone can get through it the four of you can.

YA YA!

xo
Petite Ya Ya Single Girl

The Dinner

So we started with Kir Royale - Champagne and Cassis to toast the smokelessness. Very Lovely ...

Then we had a Celery Avocado and Walnut Salad with a Lindeman's Chardonay

Then Baked onions stuffed with Feta and pine nuts and a bottle of Campofirin Masi

Then Mushroom Gougere still sipping on the Masi

Then Creme Brule with Espresso

Parmigiano Reggiano with walnuts and honey with a 10 year old Tawny Port

It was a fabulous evening and meal. GB, Roomie, Roomie's Boyfriend and I all had a great time and enjoyed every course! We even opened a bottle of Peter Lehmann Shiraz after the port and cheese course.

I can't thank GB enough for the fantastic meal and wonderful wines. You really are a great friend and the best boyfriend I have ever had ;)

Should anyone want to get the receipes for last nights meal they are all in Vegetarian and Vegetable Cooking by Christine Ingram.

The Single Girl

50/50

Going to a gay rodeo dance is always fun, but selling 50/50 tickets at the gay rodeo dance is a blast. How did I end up selling 50/50 ticket you ask? Well GB and I were checking out some guys with CMG and wondering how to get GB a little closer to said boys and CMG suggested we sell 50/50 tickets as a ploy to meet new people.

Everyone knows what a 50/50 draw is right? No? Well is it a fundraising scheme where you get people to buy raffle tickets and at the end of the night 50% of the proceeds go to the charity and 50% go to the winner, so the more people you have to participating the better the money. Last month the prize was $180.00 … but that was actually 2 months worth of 50/50 sales. Yes people there are Rodeo dances every month.

Anyway GB and I thought this was a great idea so we got our supplies went around the dance floor and the bar room selling to all the boys. He had the roll of tickets and I had the ticket bucket and the money. He was offering an arms length of tickets for 5.00 and an inseam for 10.00, and the boys could choose who’s inseam they would like their own or GB’s. It was hilarious to watch men measuring GB’s inseam for what seemed an usually long time for one simple measurement. We made lots friends and chatted up all the boys. We even recruited a very cute guy named Rick to help us out with our sales and CMG made sure we always had cocktails.

After about an hour of being the trusty side kick, taking money, ripping tickets and staying in the background our new friend Rick handed me the roll of tickets and took the money bag and the bucket and said “umm … she wants you.” I have to admit I hadn’t been paying attention for a few minutes but I looked up and I saw this woman smiling at me with her arms out. Of course I thought … GB for the boys and me for the girls … it all makes so much sense now. So I happily measured her arm length – cheap woman would not shell out for an inseam – and all of a sudden all of the girls started coming out to get tickets … get it … coming out … it’s funny shut up!

Anyway at 1am when we did the draw the prize was $165.00! GB and I patted our selves on the back for a job well done and the organizers thanked us profusely and asked when we could come back again. GB and I said it would be a few months but we will do it again in the winter when we are both in town and available. We might get to sell shooters next time around. I even convinced the winner that he should buy us each a cocktail next time we were there as a thank you. All in all it was a great night even if there was no Rick Astley.

The Single Girl

Working Hard

One year and three months ago tomorrow I quit smoking. For those of you that have smoked you know how hard it is to quit, especially early on in the non smoking process. About one year, two months and two weeks ago I was at a party, drinking heavily and was complaining that all I wanted was a cigarette. Everyone around me was encouraging and told me that I could do it, just have a glass of water, blah blah blah and GB promised that if I could get to three months he would make me a fabulous dinner.

Well I have made it to one year and three months and I will be having the meal of a lifetime tomorrow evening. GB has been tolling away in the kitchen for a few hours now and I have been very good and stayed out of the way. He wants it to be a surprise, but that is kind of tough as we live in the same house, but I am really trying.

I have noticed a bottle of sparkling wine in the fridge and a new bottle in the wine rack – but I am not looking at it I swear – Okay from here I think it is port but I won’t go look. I even cleaned, dusted and vacuumed my room as a way to distract myself. I promise faithful readers that will share everything about the dinner on Monday.

In other news GB has his Champagne birthday later this month – where the date you were born and the age you are turning are the same – and we decided today that we are going to throw a house party next week. I love our house parties, partially because they are fun and it is a great way to see everyone we know but, also because the last two times we have had parties at the house I have picked up. Now there is no guarantee that this will happen again, and really it should be GB because it is his birthday but the possibility for either one of us to get some at a house party is so much fun to think about.

Must run for now as GB, CMG and I are going to a gay rodeo dance this evening. It is always a good time and I don’t know anywhere else that you can hear Rick Astley, Trisha Yearwood and Kelly Clarkson all in one night, heck you can hear that all in one hour. Now where is my Stetson …

Kisses

TSG

Personal Trainer

I would like to recommend that everyone get a personal trainer at some point in their life. Even for as little as six weeks so that you can learn how to work out with the right weights, stances, reps, etc. I also recommend going with a group to keep you motivated. I have been a part of a work out group that share a trainer for over a year now and it is great. It is so much easier to get up early in the morning and push your body when there are three other people expecting you to be there and willing to go through the same torture, I mean workout.

I don’t want to sound all preachy but it is great. I feel such a sense of accomplishment and it really clears my head when I am all stressy about work and/or life and I have lost about 20 pounds since I started going to the gym. If that isn’t motivation to keep going … well then you just can't be motivated. Over the last year my trainer has defined my muscles, increased my endurance, and strengthened my core and abs but the most amazing thing is she got me running.

I have never been a runner, in fact the first time she put me on the tread mill she asked me “how long do you usually run for when you run Single Girl?” “I don’t run.” I replied. She laughed and started the treadmill up. Since that first triumph she has managed to make me a regular jogger thanks to her encouragement and training regiment. I am even thinking of running a 10K sometime in the future. Scary, I know.

So this morning –not only do I go to the gym I go at 7:30 before work- she decided to step it up a bit and we were pushed to muscle fatigue again, again and again for an hour. My arms, legs and back (yes I may have hurt my back again) are in pain and yet I am going back tomorrow morning for more torture at the hands of a perky 24 year old.

It is great, really … you will love it … get a trainer … it will make you feel ... ah forget it. I am going to go soak in a hot bath and drink some wine.

The Single Girl

No Strings Attached

A good friend of mine once called me the no strings attached girl when it comes to dating and ex boyfriend of mine recently told me that I like to be in the grey area of dating, you know more then a fuck buddy less then a boyfriend. And it is all true - call me what you will but it is where I like to be grey with no strings.

Over my dating lifetime I have enjoyed many long term no strings relationships with some really great guys. I had one lover for almost seven years. We really enjoyed each others company and when we had time, were single and in the same city we would make time to hook up for an evening of cocktails and fun. To keep it going for seven years we would check in by phone every few months just to keep the lines of communication open. When people live out of town there is a limit to how often you can see each other so it is fairly easy to maintain. Living in the grey area in the same city isn’t as easy to maintain. There is a delicate balance of phone calls, dates and keeping your lives separate yet connected enough that you have a basis for conversation.

I have to admit I don’t have much experience with dating casually in the same city – which is not to say I ma not willing to try – it is just more complex. Apparently you actually need to talk about being and staying in the grey area. I can kind of understand that. People can and do make assumptions once you have been hanging out for a considerable length of time or spend a weekend together, or other such things. I however am a firm believer that if you don’t have the “will you be my boyfriend/girlfriend” or the “where is this going conversation” you are not in an exclusive relationship.

Given that history and my how relationships work in my brain I thought I was doing well with my grey stringiness; going on casual dates, calling once a week, living my own life as I have always done. Apparently I am not the master of the grey that I thought I was because Awesome sent me an email on Monday saying he likes me and likes our relationship as it is, but can’t handle having a girlfriend right now and just thought I should know.

DDDDDDUUUUUUHHHHH????

What have I learned? While it is fine not to define your relationship when it is obvious it isn’t going anywhere because you live in different cities or other such complications, when living in the same city you should always have the vaguely awkward conversation that you enjoy dating but don’t want to be exclusive or serious (what ever you are comfortable with) fairly early on so you can both avoid confusion and embarrassment later.

I was slightly tempted to respond by just saying DUH but I thought that would not only lose me the potential of having sex again before the holiday it would also get me uninvited to Awesome’s Christmas party and I don’t want to lose the free dinner, dance, hotel in the mountains and a great excuse to buy a new dress.

Keeping my priorities in check as always.

The Single Girl

ps. I have to send a big shout out to the Ya Yas as they apparently have been apprised of the blog. I hope this petite is making you proud!

So Tired ... and still full

Last night I was a last minute addition to a work event at a swank restaurant. So at 4:45 I ran home choose an outfit (with GB’s help), ironed the outfit, curled the hair and applied the make up and ran out the door to enjoy a 5 course meal with wine pairings. The wine and the food were fabulous and the restaurant is gorgeous – very rustic and on the river, as GB put it cabin chic. Unfortuneately I was up until after 2am with indigestion because of the shear volume of food I ingested. Was it worth it? At this point in the day I think not.

I am off to the dentist now and I am so tired I am worried that I am going to fall asleep in the dentist chair. Not possible you say … well there is something about lying in that chair with the light in my eyes that makes me sleepy on the best of days and with only 3 hours sleep I won’t stand a chance.

The Single zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The Weekend

WARNING: VERY LONG POST ABOUT MY WEEKEND … But it is totally worth reading.
Where do I begin … My plan for the weekend was to have a chilled Friday at home, go to the movies and a few pints on Saturday and then do some running around Sunday during the day and then have Awesome over for dinner. It didn’t exactly happened that way and yet in a way it did.

Friday was as I had planned, stayed in made a stir fry, played scrabble with roomie and her boyfriend watched a movie and went to bed by midnight.

Saturday GB and I went to the mall to do some shopping, he for a computer and me for a cocktail dress for Awesome’s Christmas party. The Mall was insane. Here in the west Remembrance Day is observed as a holiday so it was a long weekend making everything about the mall annoying. GB and I lasted about an hour before we got mall rage and had to leave for our mental health. We then met up with Roomie and her boyfriend to go to movies. They had arrived before us and bought the tickets. When we walked in Roomie said, “Awesome is in the arcade.”

Sidebar – I refer to lots of people on this site by nicknames such as GB, CMG, OQB, and Roomie. In real life I never refer to them that way, but Awesome is actually called Awesome by everyone I know (accept Awesome). So when I say Roomie and her boyfriend said Awesome is here they truly said “Awesome is here” … but back to the story …

I went into the arcade, wandered up to Awesome and his best friend as they were shooting up a storm and said “so are you saving the world?” They both turned to me and instantly I knew they were hammered, not tipsy, not drunk, but hammered. They were both surprised and happy to see me. They proceeded to explained that they had been at the Remembrance Day ceremonies in the morning, but had been drinking since about noon (it was now almost 7pm) and that they were going to continue partying and I should join them. I let them know I was going to the movies now but would call them afterward and meet up with them.

After the movie I made a plan to meet the boys, but before I could I needed to run home, shave and change. I was wearing casual Saturday night at the movie clothes, not in an “I am a fabulous party girl” outfit. I also was planning to see Awesome on Sunday not Saturday so there was some maintenance that needed to happen before I could go out on the town.

I met Awesome and his gang at a pub where we proceeded to have some shooters and something called swamp water then we were off to the dance bar. My outfit choice was perfect, a great new party shirt that really shows off my “assets”. One more shooter with Awesome’s best friend (ABF) and then we hit the dance floor.

Sidebar number 2 - I just scrolled back through old posts and realize that I have omitted the fact that Awesome is 7 years younger than me. That is right this fabulous 30 year old is running around with a 23 year old, and on Saturday I was running around with him and his 22 year old best friend. So …

ABF and I hit the dance floor … where was Awesome you ask? Why getting a hotel room across the street for everyone to party in, of course … The music was great - funk and soul - and the dance floor that was packed. ABF left me to go and pick up a cute girl on the dance floor and Awesome came back and we danced for a while, then the three of us decided to go to the hotel lounge for a night cap.

On the way back to the lounge ABF excitingly told Awesome that the girl he just picked up was 29! “Oh my 29” I said, Awesome and I shared a look and laughed. “So?” said Awesome and we giggled at ABF again as we got a drink and lounged for a bit. ABF drank about half his cocktail and then left in a stupor commenting that Awesome and I had the room to ourselves so we should head on up there. So we did.

The room was fantastic. It was a suite with a king size bed, a couch, a couple of chairs a full deep bathtub and a front room. We made use of just about all the furniture including having a bath at around 1:30am. I do have to put a shout out to CMG, GB and OQB for the tips they gave me a few weeks ago. I took your advice - Awesome thanks you, I thank you and I am sure all my future lovers thank you. Trust me when I tell you dear readers that no one gives sex advice quite like a gay man.

Well I think this post is long enough, but let’s just say Sunday was pretty painful. Awesome still came over for dinner in the evening and we had soufflé, salad and fresh bread and then vegged in from of the TV for a few hours and looked through my closet for the right outfit for his party.

I think it is weekends like this that warrant having a blog.

Hope you enjoyed!

Xo
The Single Girl

Useless ... but fun

It is official, I have done nothing productive at work today. I spent the morning in a meeting, where I contributed nothing, then spent the rest of the morning trolling the internet. Lunch was spent window shopping. I am on the hunt for new black boots but so far nothing, at least not in my price range. The entire afternoon has been spent with my boss hunting down the perfect printer table and now we are rerouting the wires so it is near our section of the offices. Then we will leave early to go and have free drinks with the staff as we look at the Christmas display that others have been working on today. Truly I am blessed with both a great job and an even better boss who is while I am typing this busying himself with cleaning up all the ugly network wire in the office. I think he wants to work less than I do, but I am not sure if that is possible.

In the world of updates in my life I have the following to share …
I have a date with Awesome this weekend, nothing too big, staying in and cooking which will be nice and a chance for us to catch up as we haven’t actually seen each other in about four weeks. Now the big question is do I make plans for Saturday or Sunday … hard to choose. Saturday I am probably guaranteed a sleep over but Sunday we might have my house all to ourselves, which means a bigger kitchen to cook in and an actual place to sit and eat. Such tough decisions to make ... I will poll the roomies when I get home.

My Dad is feeling much better, thanks to those that have been asking. Mom was finally able to convince him to go to the doctor when the infection spread to his eye (ewwwww). He now has antibiotics, a puffer, eye drops and is on the mend. His cough is under control and we are all breathing a small sigh of relief.

Hope everyone has a great weekend and that your Friday was as useless and enjoyable as mine.

The Single Girl

Overheard at the house tonight

TSG: Do you want tea?
GB: Sure
TSG: What kind?
GB: Dunno what do you have?
TSG: How about mint?
GB: Sure
TSG: Or we have Green, or Ginger, or Laxative or Scottish Breakfast …
GB: you have laxative tea in the house?
TSG: Yeah
GB: The Laxative tea is clearly labeled … right?
TSG: Yeah
GB: That is all I want to know

Robert's Rules

Last night Chatty Male Girlfriend (CMG) came by the house for some wine and pizza with GB, Roomie and I. We managed to drink four bottles of wine, eat 3 pizzas and make tonight’s dinner, which is a very productive evening if you ask me. We also kept the evening’s various topics of conversation under control by requesting the floor from the chair (CMG last night). The chair would recognize agenda items from the floor and even took time to rearrange the agenda when speakers had to leave for phone calls or other important distractions.

It was a really civilized way to make sure all important topics – such as boyfriends, new computers, new homes, the next bottle of wine, Awesome updates, engagement brunches, holiday plans and general gossip - were all addressed over the course of the evening. It is also silly fun to have the chair recognize The Single Girl now has the floor and GB’s new computer will be next on the agenda.

I am glad we voted down opening the fifth bottle of wine as four was quite enough for the crowd. Thanks CMG for being such a good chair, you may have the position at every meeting we have.

The Single Girl

Procrastination

Ever have a day where you don’t want to do anything? Yesterday both my boss and I were dragging our asses around the office. I was tired and he had no motivation to be in the office at all – I think his exact words were I have no urge to be here today and then he pouted a little. We both managed to at least look busy for a few hours in the morning. I stopped by the office of my favourite co-worker and pretended to have a meeting, I think my boss actually did have a meeting but I don’t believe it took the hour and a half he was gone.

At about 2:30 in the afternoon he said to me Single Girl shall we go get coffee and smoke cigarettes? I actually stopped whatever it was that I was doing got up and said let’s go. He laughed and followed. So he bought us each a coffee and we hid out for over a half hour talking more about life than about work. Have I ever mentioned how much I like my boss anywhere in this blog before, because I do! He is supportive, encouraging and understands the importance of taking breaks and sometimes goofing off.

At about 3:15 we thought we should emerge from our “meeting” and we returned to our desk and chatted some more. I had an actually meeting at 4pm and as I collected my things to go to that meeting he said “well I guess I will wait until at least 10 minutes into your before I leave for the day.” Hardly fair, but I know that he was in most of the day on Sunday so I am glad he took off early.

On the Awesome front, he called last night and again asked me to go to his Christmas party with him. He actually said I would love it if you would come with me. Being the sensible girl I asked the very important question … Open bar? There will be wine with dinner and we can have pre-cocktails in our hotel room first he replied. So I accepted his offer but not before commenting that I felt as though I had been screened and that I hoped we would see each other before his party and he assured me he would.

So to sum up; playing hooky with the boss good, phone call from Awesome very good, Christmas party in the mountains excellent, free alcohol and hotel room outstanding!

I now have four weeks to figure out what I am going to wear. I will definitely need new shoes.

Don't you just love the holidays.

xo
The Single Girl

The things that keep me up at night

I had some trouble sleeping last night. Part of it of course was the email from Awesome and trying to figure out how I want to proceed but there are other things that are filling my mind as well. My dad is sick, like getting chemo treatments sick and this week he has a cold with a cough so bad that he can barely talk. He already had a cough that was kind of scary so this is worse, especially with a compromised immune system. Dad of course is a rock and is sure it will all pass like any cold does, but me, I worry.

Anyway my brother Lu (not his real name but a nick name I gave him way back in high school) called twice yesterday to talk cause he too is worried. Two calls in one day from my brother is a big deal. Don’t worry too much folks I think dad will get through this cold, but it all continues to be scary for the entire family.

Then I watched Desperate Housewives, my god I wasn't ready for that AT all. That might be the most action packed episode I have ever seen. Ok maybe that shouldn’t be such a big deal but I can get really into things be it TV, Movies or the theatre it can really change my blood pressure. And that episode left me absolutely giddy.

So after all of these things my 11pm bedtime was not going to happen. I did try to go to bed but quickly gave up and went back to the TV and some spider solitaire. GB gave me the remote after a few minutes and went upstairs to go to sleep, or so I thought. Instead we ended up MSNing for 25 minutes, sitting 2 rooms away. GB was musing about this boy that was chatting with him and whether or not to rekindle the flame of the wee lad. We bantered back and forth about the pros and cons of revisiting that particular crime scene but never really resolved anything. At about 12:30 I asked him if he could recommend a book from his bookshelf and he said, I will be right there. So we picked a book together from his excellent collection and I read until after 1am and then continued to let my brain churn in the dark until about 2am. The alarm at 6am came mighty early this morning let me tell you. I snoozed until about 6:45 as it is not a gym day but I am still a little curious how I will manage the entire day.

I do have to thank GB for the book but more importantly for bringing the coffee grinder into our home. I don’t know how I lived for 30 years without freshly ground beans every morning. It truly baffles the mind. I don't think I will ever be able to live without one again.

Finally the Comments are back. I was feeling a little silly and precious last night when I posted but all is right with the world now. So feel free to send me your thoughts and musings about any and all topics.

Happy Monday!

The Single Girl

The height of Neurosis

I had resolved myself to spending the next two weeks of my life obsessing about why things had ended with Mr. Awesome. At the end of the two weeks I would go on a bad date, or get drunk and kiss a boy at a bar and get over everything and chalk it all up to a good story … Ah remember when I dated a boy 7 years younger than me, yeah that was great … Well that would have been all fine and good until I got an email from him this evening.

I haven’t responded yet but the email was an apology and an invite to his Christmas party the first weekend in December, in the mountains, for two days. I don’t know what to think anymore. I am taking out the comments for this post because … well I think I know what most of you think about the whole thing and what I should do ... but odds are I will end up responding and picking up the dating where it left off so you can all yell at your computers … now.

Truth be told … I actually like him and I haven’t been able to stop thinking bout him all week. It has been driving me crazy that I keep thinking about him and this morning I was dreaming about him. If he hadn’t emailed today I would have quietly obsessed to myself- as I do in these situations - but now I need an outlet so if you think I am being a girl, neurotic or just plain stupid then stop reading because ...well ... this is my blog not yours.

Anyway I think I am feeling better now having writen this and yelled to the gods and my roommates, but I will continue to write about the ongoing saga with Awesome, so consider yourself warned.

Ah the joys of dating. I hope this makes all you marrieds and nearly marrieds feel happy that you are no longer on the single scene. Happy to help. At least this drama keeps me away from the Ex boyfriends blog, past lovers or bad dance bars. One must always find the silver lining ...

The Single Girl

How did you spend your Saturday Night?

I am sitting in my living room with a seam ripper in my hand ripping seams on pants in order to hem them. I hope you are doing something at least slightly more exciting. I have to be honest here Saturday night is often the most boring night of my week. I spend many nights out on any given week, but if I really looked at my day book I bet I would find in the last 2 years I have been out on a Tuesday or Wednesday three times more often than I am on a Saturday. Why is that?

I have found the most wonderful website though because of my Saturday night at home http://ynr.blogthings.com/. So far I have discovered that I am a fun girl (according to the are you a party girl quiz) and if I was a pair of boots I would be a sexy pair of black boots. I am now going to find out who my celebrity twin is, even though I already know it is Drew Barrymore, I wonder if that is who the internet will match me up with. For those of you that use to hit up spark notes for you internet quizzes, these are not nearly as good but a fun time none the less.

Here’s hoping you all are a sexy pair of boots!

The Single Girl

Steamy

I love the steam room at my gym. It has been out of service for over two weeks and it has been damn near impossible to convince myself to get up at 5:45am to drag my ass to the gym when there is no steam at the end of the workout. This morning however armed with my new Nano ( I really need to create a running playlist because some of my songs just don’t inspire moving at all let alone running.) I hit the treadmill for 25 minutes and then had the most wonderful steam afterwards. If you don’t steam you really should. I like it so much that I have even been known to go to the gym for the executive workout – the shower and the steam only. Steaming is (for me) a great way to clear the mind and pores all at the same time. Like the shower I do some of my best thinking in the steam room. I even came up with this post idea while in there. Do it for yourself! Grab a towel sit down and sweat for a few minutes. Trust me it will feel great.

A note to all my blogger friends … where the hell are you? I dutifully open each of your blogs daily and am feeling like I am the only one putting some thing into these blogging relationships. You know who you are! I miss you and want to hear about your lives/thoughts/random musings. So please post.

With love and respect,
The Single Girl

The stupid things we do ….

I honesty don’t know what came over me today faithful readers. For reasons not entirely known to me I found myself at the blog of an ex-boyfriend. How do I know about this blog you ask … well the internet, specifically google, is an amazing and dangerous tool. The Company Bitch claims that Myspace is the place to follow people you want to keep tabs on but I am a little too old (as are my friends) for Myspace so I depend on trusty old Google.

This isn’t the first time I have gone to his site, but tonight I think I was fueled by the apparent rejection from Awesome and felt some strange need to visit the past and examine my patterns. What pattern would that be you ask? Being attracted to independent, emotionally distant, blue eyed men. The really stupid part is I don’t actually like Awesome that much, but as GB put it, no one likes to be rejected … but I am getting of track.

It appears that Mr. Ex is back on the single scene again – relax people, the LAST thing in the world I want to do is reunite with that soul sucking man (see the emotionally distant above and add arrogant, stubborn and at times cruel.) Call me petty all you want but it feels satisfying to know that he isn’t wildly successful and enjoying a fulfilling life that includes a loving relationship.

Truly I don’t wish him any really harm but… come on … all of you have felt a twinge of happiness when you are living well and your ex isn’t. You know the old saying … the best revenge is living well. And today I feel like I am living well … Now that is petty but oh so satisfying.

The Single Girl

GB returns

The Gay Boyfriend (GB) returned home last night after over 2 weeks away. Roomie and I came running into the house and ran into his room and jumped on him to give him a hug. Then the three of us lied around on his bed and did a little catch up before going to bed.

The best part is that GB is a lady of leisure for the next few weeks so I am very hopeful that he will cook up some good meals for everyone. I of course will do my duty and supply some wine and good conversation in exchange for the food.

I have this wonderful feeling that this weekend is going to be a relaxing roomie weekend with food, cocktails and good chats.

Welcome home GB we are glad to have you where you belong!

TSG