Friends

Two of my very best friends are coming into town this weekend! Dallas just decided when I (accidentally) sent her the evite for the party the roomie and I are throwing this weekend, so she decided to come. I'm super super excited to see her, but at the same time, I was excited to spend time with Houston, and she and I have been planning her trip for months! So it just is a tad bit of a bummer.

Ironically, I'm playing volleyball with Mr. Everything and other friends on Sunday and invite them all to my party, but Mr. Everything says HE's throwing a party. So we fight, and then he emails (got it from his friend? effort!) to talk about combining our parties. My response is to email him the evite. Teehee.

But I am a bit worried, because only my girl friends and my boyfriend have RSVPed! WTF? Is the you-can-only-wear-a-sheet theme throwing them off? Have some fun with it people!

Tonight me and The Founder finally get to hang out alone! Yay!

Where to even begin?

As promised, the Saturday night party brought adventures for me, but not too much drama... R. was a brat, and said afterward that the night was awkward. I didn't feel awkward at all, but then again, I showed up with two extraordinarily attractive men... we also got into an awkward conversation about cheating where he sort of accused me of cheating when we were together and I had to refute the claim and then explain that we weren't actually together... I suppose that was a bit awkward.

Anyway, I showed up with the Cali kid and his roommate, who was definitely in the top ten of funniest people I've ever met. He reminded me of my little brother, but in an I-was-attracted-to-him way, not a weird way. He was short though, they are both around 5'11". They also both ended up considerably drunker than I was, as I was driving, and I'm pretty sure they asked me to come sleep over with them... both of them... I dropped them off and went home to my dog.

At the party, the host, who happens to be one of my newfound-girl-friend's former crushes (she says he wasn't interested, I don't know) was getting pretty friendly... not that I'm complaining, as I find his particular brand of tall and goofy charming, but I am treading on thin ice... I don't want to do anything to nip my girlfriendship in the bud, and I don't want to become the run club slut either...

Both fellas emailed me this morning. Cute. We'll see where any of this goes, I'm throwing a July 4th party and all sorts of characters will be in attendance, so that should be fun!

Oh Gold's, Reasons You Shouldn't Disco Nap, and I made a Girl Friend

Busy day yesterday! The girl trainer at Gold's and I swapped numbers yesterday and talked about going out, or at least meeting up. I solidified my new girl friendship! Those aren't easy for me to make, but now I have three of them! I'm getting so good at LIFE.

Also, none of my cadre of trainers were at Gold's yesterday, so you might think I would go one day without getting hit on. Never fear, however, someone will always come through. I'm happily ellipsing away, reading Allure, when I see this guy walk over to the ellipser area and kind of scan the whole scene. Nothing is open near me. He hops on the ellipser next to a relatively cute girl, despite the fact that there are four open next to that one, and most people get as far away from others as possible--or at least I do. Anyway, I smile and think, 'aw, how cute, he thinks she's cute.'

The woman on the ellipser next to me gets off, and lo and behold!, the guy gets off his ellipser and moves to the one next to me. In his defense, I get on this kind of ellipser because it's better, harder, and maybe he was on one of the wimpy ones. But what are the odds? He glances over at me a lot, but I act completely absorbed in Allure. Maybe he's just competitive, checking out my speed and calorie burn...

My brother played late last night, and I had all intentions of going. At 11, I climbed into bed in my clothes to wear to the show for a sweet disco nap. At 12:15, I awoke to my phone alarm, called my ride (ahem, my parents) and told them no way, no how.

Disco naps: good in theory, bad in practice.