GOOD NEWS
EEK did get to imbibe some vodka last night and it tasted just as good as she'd anticipated. Okay. Sorry. Don't stop reading. I'm done referring to myself in the third person. I met up with my friends at J Bar as planned and was pleased to discover the following about this establishment on Wednesday nights:
1 - You get a dollar off your drink for every inch the heel of your shoe is. I was wearing three inch heels and so got three dollars off of each of my martinis.
2 - There's a drawing for a free pair of shoes from Sacs Fifth Avenue.
3 - The wait staff was even better looking than I'd anticipated and willing to flirt for their tips.
4 - The dirty martinis were potent and delicious.
If I had a say in it, this is where we'd go every Wednesday. Unfortunately, my happy hour friends are three guys, so they are ambivalent about the perks mentioned above.
After I finished signing up for the raffle, the hottie at the door said, "Tell all your girlfriends!"
My friend Mick muttered under his breath so that only I could hear, "Yeah. Make sure you tell your one girlfriend."
This is a recurring joke between the two of us. A few months ago, I was complaining out loud about not having enough friends of the female variety and asked, "What's wrong with me? Why can't I find girls that want to be my friend?"
Mick immediately responded, "Because you're a bitch."
I wish. I worry way too much about what people think of me to be an effective bitch. I am a nerd. Pure and simple. And also part yuppie. And for some reason, until I get to know them, girls occasionally make me feel nervous and on edge. I have zero fears about impressing a guy that could be a potential mate, but throw me into a situation where I'm just trying to make friends with a girl, and suddenly I become shy and weird.
So anyway, tell all your friends. J Bar has excellent Wednesday night drink specials for the ladies.
MORE GOOD NEWS
Lately the inside of my thumb has been peeling in the most disgusting way imaginable. It's gross and people have been repelled and I have been embarrassed. And sad. It's like this rogue spot on my body that's randomly decided to quit operating in the way it was designed. Initially I thought it might be flesh-eating bacteria, but after several weeks of inaction, I determined that it must just be some sort of non-lethal inner thumb nastiness. Regardless, I found some cocoa butter on my cubicle neighbor's desk the other day* and the application of this cocoa butter has cleared it up entirely. Who is it that said you never appreciate your health until you lose it? I'm not sure that anybody did, but it sounds like something somebody would say.
*She's away on her honeymoon. Note that I have also borrowed her stapler and two of her mechanical pencils. Her garbage can has disappeared, but I had nothing to do with it.
THE BEST NEWS
Jack called last night. It turns out that I am just a delusional wacko. Thank God. He called and we chatted for an hour, and I didn't even mind talking on the phone because I was still buzzed from the happy hour. We made plans for the weekend.
-Eager and Excited for the weeKend
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It's your sis here. I just wanted to let you know that I come home and look forward to reading your latest posts. It's nice because if I don't get a chance to talk to you, I still always know whats going on.
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