What Fresh Hell Is This?

note to self:

do not take more than one benefiber tablet at a time. ever.

we're on a crunchy roll

The boys are back! We had our reunion sushi dinner tonight, Curtis and I have been dreaming of crunchy rolls for months now. I'd been chatting with both guys during the day, and talked Erik through my wardrobe rebellion at work. Finally, it was time to leave the office and head over to Curtis' to pick them up. Before I could even get out the entire question, "Where do you guys feel like goi--", Curtis was chanting "Sushi Marina, crunchy roll and garlic butter rolls." Off we went, catching up and joking in the car. It was a good night for sushi, the restaurant was lively enough to be interesting, but there were plenty of available tables. We gave into every temptation --- sake, potato croquettes, garlic butter rolls, crunchy rolls, and even a philly roll for good measure.

We toasted and caught up on the last two months, and it was so much fun to just sit there with the guys again. We were thisclose to talking ourselves into going across the street to Fiore for sangrias and creme brulee. Instead, we went over to the former "office" and had peppermint mochas and cookies. I was deliciously stuffed and enjoying the commentary, I couldn't have been happier.

I'm going to miss them when they go back out on the road, but that's weeks away and I won't worry about that yet. Welcome home, boys!

last night...

I realized how much I've missed my friends.

<3

don't kill the messenger

ugh, this is what I was dreading.

One of our salespeople called up to ask about an issue with their commission, I knew this was going to lead to some major drama. I had nothing to do with the decision making, I think it was a bad call. BUT, I have do crunch the numbers I'm given, and am in the unfortunate position of delivering the bad news.

So he calls me to ask what's going on, and I have to explain. He blows up (not at me), but about the whole situation and says he's quitting and derailing the deal that set this whole mess in motion. Now is when things get really awkward. I'm obligated to tell the higher-ups about the phone call. I didn't leave work until almost 7:30, and RM was still on the phone, putting his own spin on what had happened.

The worst part is this is only the first of two. The same thing is going to happen with another deal and another salesguy. I can't wait.........

my only weakness

he sang "shoplifters of the world unite".

the stars at night, are big and bright...

Erik calls me an average of 3 times a day, but I miss those boys. Although tales of immigration checkpoints and charming their way out of a traffic citation are mighty entertaining.

Work has me so busy, I don't even have time to goof off or complain about how cold our office is (although I think I just managed to do it now). It's nice, but my eyes are so tired at the end of the day... I doubt our vision benefits will be able to keep up with the wear and tear.

On the menu this month:
birthday parties
Turboengro show
Crimson's farewell (*sniff*)
Trip to Olvera St.
Morrissey @ the Palladium
Halloween!!!

creature comforts

I love that my friend erik is comfortable enough to be sitting at my dining room table, sewing his new pants, while in his underwear.

nervous 'nessa

I have no idea what JM is going to ask me... his voice mail only said he wanted to speak to me before the end of the day. But he was calling me ten minutes before he boarded a plane from Florida to California, so it's going to be hours before he calls me back. It's obviously something about working for him, but I don't know in what capacity. My savior JJ has my back and said she'd try to steer this thing in the direction that's most advantageous for me.

So now we play the waiting game...

Calories On The Beach II

We've been talking about it for months... going to the beach late at night for another picnic under the stars before the end of the summer. we just made it.

I stumbled upon a boys' night out when E & C invited me to hang out on Friday night. I didn't realize it would be all boys and me, but since I didn't complain about their cigar smoke and bought a round they didn't mind a feminine presence. I teased the boys about their phallic puffing, while C kept trying to make me try his cigar. I felt a bit Andrea Zuckerman, clutching my pearls and gasping, "No, I can't!". Really, I was just afraid I'd start choking or pass out. When they announced last call, C decided we should walk to the liquor store for more cigars and adult beverages, which we'd consume on the beach. We decided to stay high brow, well... as high brow as possible in the situation, and headed to the sandy shores with a couple of bottles of Jameson.

No matter how smooth it seems to be, swigging straight from the bottle will eventually turn out to be a bad idea. Although I managed to pace myself enough to keep from getting sick, unlike the unfortunate Senor Lopez. C kept trying to talk everyone into pooling their money and getting a hotel room, but the lure of late night chicken strips proved too strong, so off to Carrows we went. We ran into a friend and took over one section of the restaurant. Luckily, most of the 2am crowd didn't seem to mind the boisterous conversation coming from our table. Interesting chit chat ensued, and it all ended with hearty chuckles and C snagging my last chicken strip, E offering up his french fries and D stealing my water. All was right with the world.

time flies when you're having pun

Recently, I've found myself putting pen to paper much more than fingertips to keyboard. I'm an old school journal keeper at heart, and it's much harder for me to keep up with this online format. I can't get over the fear of putting something too personal "out there" for everyone to see. But in all honesty, who's looking? The handful of people who know about my blog are the people who've probably already heard the personal things I'd be writing about. But the paranoia persists, and I continue to just get over it already.

It seems incredible that summer is, for all intents and purposes, over. Growing up, the fair was always the signal for the end of summertime fun and frolicking. The fair has come and gone, and my yearly funnel cake  quota has been met. Sadly it was without my HLM this year, as the scheduling just didn't work out. But there's always next year, or IHOP if we get a hankering for some fried dough before the next fair season. I did have two lovely nights at the fair, the best being the second night. Lady E and I went to see the Bangles  perform, and although the Motels were probably a little better, Hoffs and the girls gave us a magical encore. Sitting under the stars with my friend, we've both got a little beer buzz going, listening to "Eternal Flame" as the end of the night fireworks go off behind us. It was like something out of a summer camp movie or a Babysitters Club  book.

Work has been keeping me so busy these last few weeks. I'm amazed everyday when I look up and see it's already 3 or 4 in the afternoon. My boss and I have opted to do pilates twice a week, we've both started seeing and feeling the effects and decided to kick up our torture sessions. Actually, it's not all that bad. Some of the exercises leave you battered and bruised, but for the most part it's a fun class. Just as I start to run out of steam, the instructor says the magic words, "this is really great for taking inches off your inner and outer thighs". Suddenly, I experience a surge of energy and can do another set without so much as a hint of pain. It's all about finding the proper motivation and inspiration.

And now for my emotional warm and fuzzy conclusion... A conversation I had recently with a friend really lifted my spirits. Surprisingly touching words from an unexpected source, it was just what I needed. To protect his identity and tough guy image, I won't go into specifics, but I always suspected there was a softy under all that facial hair.