Two Steps Back, Three Steps Forward

I had a good chat with Amber last night. She listened while I moaned, then she kicked my ass into submission. Plus getting out of the house and going to work today helped, even though E was there too.

I had been sitting on a few invites from friends in my outer circles for a couple of weeks. I called and RSVPed to a baby shower for a friend I've known since before we could drive and all we did was burn poetry. (It was never the good stuff, just angsty teenage poetry from our boyfriends at the time. I know I have pictures of our burnings somewhere. Now she's procreating!)

I also accepted a party invite for next weekend. It's a lingerie party. Not the kind of party where you sit around and buy lingerie, but where that's the dress code. It's from an old college buddy who has also moved to the city. She used to throw the best theme parties back at school. There was the Beer, Sex, Beer party where you're guaranteed two out of the three. There was the Stoplight party where you wear green in places you liked to be touched and red in places you don't like to be touched. There was the Jammin' with Salmon party that has become legendary after the juggling machetes and the police incident. Then there was the St. Patrick's Day party where my drunken slogan, "Beer me, I'm Irish" got printed on t-shirts. This is actually the second lingerie party.

It's one thing when you're wearing lingerie and the only person who sees it is about to have sex with you, so you kind of automatically look sexy. It's a whole other ballgame when you're wearing lingerie in front of 100+ people who will not be having sex with you. This party has put me on a strict diet and exercise program for the rest of the week. Additionally, to make up for my emo posts all weekend, I will be bringing my camera to the party and I will be posting photos. You're welcome.

Lastly, I have also accepted the set up with Friend of Harvey. Apparently my finger-up-the-nose photo passed with flying colors seeing as how he had photos posted of him giving the thumbs up in front of ladies' butts. I actually introduced Harvey to her husband, so she owes me. He's supposed to call tonight or tomorrow to firm up plans.

So my weekend was booked by Sunday at 10 PM. I was supposed to go out Friday night with E and our coworkers as we do once a month, but I think I'm going to bail out this time. I just don't feel comfortable going out with E feeling like I do. And she did her best to hide from me this morning before she left to go out of town. This has brought out mixed feelings from people because it looks like I'm running from the situation, and maybe I am, but omigod, do they really expect me to sit at the other end of the table from her and pretend I'm not mentally stabbing her with my fork?

I was also supposed to go to a birthday party with her on Saturday night, but I've already replaced that with my lingerie party, which technically I was invited to first. Whatevs, that lingerie party is going to kick some ass.