Last week is a blur......
It's only Tuesday, but already I'm trying to remember what all happened last week. It seemed like every day last week was an event unto itself, and it all rolled into one big, blurry blob.
My roommate is dating a new man. And he's seemingly perfect. He's handsome, intelligent, kind, funny... and oh yeah, did I mention, worth about $300M? Yes, three hundred million. Scary, but true.
Luckily, she could care less, so we abuse and harass him just as we would any of her other dates. But this one is special. He not only treats her like a princess, but he is equally kind fo me, all of our friends, his friends, her family - everyone. They've only been dating a couple of weeks, but I'm hearing wedding bells jingling in the distance.
Tuesday night, he calls from a nightclub at the beach, saying, "Hey, I'm in line for Blues Traveler tickets - do you guys want to go? Show starts at 10:30." It took a mere 3.25 seconds for us to determine "Hell yeah!" so off we went. The show was GOOD, but not... well... exciting. They sounded AWESOME. Really, really amazing. Exactly as they do on CD. But there was no showmanship, no excitement (this was a small club venue) and the only audience interaction was when a girl flashed the band in order to get a harmonica from John Popper.
Wednesday we took my roommate out for her birthday. This was a chance for everyone else to meet her new mystery man, and for us to meet some of his friends. A great time was had by all. First we sipped a few Key Lime Martinis at Bonefish Grill, then we moved on to The Ritz Bar to have a beer and watch the stormtrack on The Weather Channel (oh yeah - did I mention we had a near-miss with a hurricane on Friday?)
Sadly, however, this evening did not end on an up note, as one of our girlfriends (who was transporting a couple more of our friends home) was arrested for DUI on her way home from the bar. We all offered to take her home, or call her a cab, but she was insistent on staying out after most of us had gone..... *sigh*
Thursday I was in a fog. A green, fuzzy, hungover fog. ICK. Oh yeah, and then we got evacuated in the middle of the afternoon, as there were a couple of tornadoes in our neighborhood near the office. Oh goody, just what we need.
Friday we prepared for Hurricane Charley. At work, we disconnected all the computer equipment and bagged it up, and left work by 2:00. I had made arrangements to hang out with a friend for the weekend, as I didn't want to weather (no pun intended) the storm all alone (my roommate was in The Bahamas with the new beau). We had, of course, intended to see Kickin' Lassie at Whitey's Fish Camp, but alas, being a riverfront restaurant, they closed for the hurricane.
(Note to Lassie members: I DID drive by and take a picture of your name on the sign out front, so if you use it as your first album cover, I'll expect a share of the royalties!)
The weekend was actually rather peaceful... Charley came and went without any pomp or circumstance. In fact, the thunderstorms we got Sunday afternoon were stronger than the hurricane itself!!
And now, here we are, almost halfway through the week..... tomorrow night will be a PUB NIGHT at T.J.'s. Occasionally I like to invade the place with a bevvy of co-workers and friends who have never been there. I intend to imbibe many, many pints of Bass Ale, play many bad games of pool (and lose miserably) and just try to forget some of the crap I've been dealing with lately.
I'll raise a toast to you all tomorrow night!