The Best Laid Plans...
This has been an interesting past few days. Not interesting in the "life-altering, I-won-the-Powerball" kind of interesting, just the "a-little-different-from-the-norm-and-what I planned" kind of interesting.
The Plan:
The plan for this weekend was to take Friday and Monday off from work, then clean up around the house Friday. Saturday would be just puttering around, Saturday night would be the Customer Service dinner, Sunday would be more puttering around (maybe clean out my truck), and Monday would bring about a few errands (like opening a savings account in Columbia). After having so much family in for so long, my plan was to indulge in a lot of Bill-time. That was "the plan".
In battle, there is a rule that even the best laid plans work right up until the enemy is engaged, then the fog of war takes over. My weekend was similar.
I was only able to take a 1/2 day off from work Friday (Lynda couldn't do emails because she was on the CS committee setting up the event). I left around 1pm, put my pipeline check in the bank, then spent a few hours at Mylo's. I have to admit, ever since running into that HAWT gal (Krystal) there, I have been hoping to run into her there again. Sometimes it's fun to give over to those childish dreams a little (kind of like buying a Powerball ticket). I stayed at Mylo's til around 8pm, then headed to the house.
My online activites that day were to get some quest stuff done in EQ2, so I did as much as I could before heading home. As I was about to leave, the guild was getting ready to run a quest for a really sweet item, so I sped home to log back in and get in on the action. 5 hours later, we finished.
Saturday I was a slug. I'm not going to lie by trying to gloss over it, I was a damned slug. I woke up around 12-1pm, ate a little something, then crawled back into the bed and read my latest book (City of Splendors) until it was time to get ready for the CS shindig (around 4:30-ish, I told you I was a slug).
The CS shindig had a 70's theme, so I had "planned" (there's that word again) to buy a Jimmy Carter mask and hand out peanuts. Well, it appears Jimmy masks aren't as popular as they once were... but Nixon masks are. So instead of "Jimmah", I went as "Tricky Dick" Nixon. I had been debating all week on whether I was going to be in the mood to drink or not. Right up until I got there, I was in the "not" category. Once the festivities began though, those damned Bud Lights kept throwing themselves into my hands (athletic lil buggers).
After the CS dinner, I went with Shelly and a bunch of her folks from the Support center to Top Gun. I ran into Jared's sister there and we flirted a little bit (we do that every once in a while, nothing has ever come of it though, just friendly flirting). While I was there, In ran into one of the newer guys from the HelpDesk, his name is Earl. From the first moment I met Earl, my "gaydar" (gay radar) screamed like a banshee. Gaydar doesn't care if the guy has a kid, the gaydar knows all. Saturday night sealed it like a mafia squealer in cement.
When I approached their table, Earl came out and hugged me. Keep in mind that we have never seen each other outside of work nor have we ever had on conversations other than work-related. And this was not the "soul hug" either, where the guys clasp hands then hug with the other arm (pinning the clasped hands between their upper left chest). No, this was a full-fledged both-arms-wrapped-around-and-chests-touching-each-other hug. Add to it that while we talked, he had one hand on my back kind of rubbing it. There's one word for this, folks:
GAY!
Now let me say this, he can be as gay as he wants; no biggie. Just don't hit on me. He did, I moved on, end of story. You know, it's because of things like that that I don't really push myself on women, I don't ever want to make someone feel uncomfortable in that fashion. *shivers*
I dropped Shelly off around 12:30am then went home (after a brief stoppage at Miss Queue's, but it was dead).
Sunday morning Shelly called. It seems she caught a really bad tummy virus from her best friend's kid (she babysat her Friday night). She had not been able to keep anything inside her since 6am (she woke up expelling the things still in her system). Not water, not Sprite, not ice chips... nothing. Bill to the rescue!
I bought her some Emmotrel, but she tossed up both doses she took. As it was coming up on 10 hours with no fluids, I took her to the emergency room at Glenwood. They gave her a shot of Phenergren and sent her home. She doesn't even remember getting out of the truck. heh! She slept til I woke her at 11pm-ish (she had wanted me to stay, because sometimes we just want someone around when we get sick) to get her to drink something. Thankfully, it stayed down. Today she has had crackers, Sprite, and some chicken broth, and all of it is still inside her. Yay!
While she was sipping soup, I decided to go clean out my truck (I still had stuff in there from Hot Springs =P). As I pull up to the car wash place, I notice a rather attractive figure in the bay next to the one I am pulling up to. I get out and begin stuffing things into the garbage can and I'll be damned... it's Krystal. Small world, indeed. Wonderfully small.
I got this odd vibe from her (and maybe she got it from me also). It's that I'm-attracted-to-you-and-would-like-to-talk-more-but-I-don't-know-you-so-I-have-no-idea-what-to-talk-about kind of thing. And it doesn't help that I get gawd-awful tongue-tied around such a hot woman. And it may not have helped that I haven't had a bath since yesterday. *sigh*
While talking (and cleaning), I noticed she was not wearing a wedding ring. Ahhh! The plot thickens! We idle-chatted a bit between excursions into our vehicles for trash to toss out, then she had to go. I took the bold initiative to say "Since we seem to be meeting up everywhere now, we should get together and have lunch sometime". She asked if I still go to Mylo's and said we would probably see each other there. It was a nice way to say "no" or "not right now". I need to ask about her marital status the next time we speak (if the conversation goes that way).
Shelly's been less than energetic today (probably a combination of the drugs from yesterday -she said it was the worst shot she's ever had- and lack of food), so once I get a shower, I am dragging her to get something to eat. We may go see an early movie.
I hope to stop by Mylo's afterwards ;)