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