Weekend halfway-point.
A good weekend thus far. Was invited out for a drink with the co-workers after work yesterday-- I think it's fairly safe to say that I've been accepted as one of the pack, one of the guys. We went to Cibo, and whoa, those were some strong-ass margaritas. "A drink" became two hours at the bar, then a sushi dinner. Still, it's good to have the camaraderie flowing. They have declared two weekends from now to be "tequila night," and I am invited. I need to learn how to play poker-- it is apparently a valuable life skill. And I'm going to be playing on a softball league this spring-- time to dig out my old glove. And buy a pair of tennis shoes, probably. Can't really run bases in my Docs, now can I?
I passed out on the couch last night, fully clothed. I kinda love it when that happens.
This morning, I got up early and did some house chores-- with Dixie still gone, I'd been a little remiss about keeping things tidy. After that, I took a long soak in a rosewater bath, reading and sipping tea, before heading out on my coffee date.
Coffee date turned into coffee and a movie date. Mike (no, not that Mike) is a fairly easygoing guy-- soft-spoken and a little shy, but funny. A huge Firefly fan. Smart-- he's an aerospace engineer, and athletic. He's fairly committed to martial arts (he's a black belt), and competes regularly. He showed up with gauze taped to one ear-- his latest tournament resulted in "minor surgery." Came in third out of over fifty fighters, so I'd say he's pretty on the level. Anyway, there was coffee, discussion of zombie preparedness, general chit-chat, then we decided to see a movie.
The Messengers was your typical horror flick. Makes you jump, but isn't particularly creepifying. Mike spent most of the time laughing at my flailing-- you know, when a character does something incredibly stupid, I get all sorts of irritated about it. I tend to call them names. I think it's all the Buffy I've watched-- I simply cannot abide stupid girls in horror flicks. At any rate, it was a good time, and pretty stress-free. I just hope I wasn't offputting in the way that I tend to be Chatty McChatsalot.
In other news, oh my gosh, I can't wait until 300 comes out.
Tonight, I'm gonna do some journal-work before passing out. I've got a long but fun day ahead, what with lunch at Flissy's with Abby, hanging in Dupont Circle, scouring the bins at Beadazzled, then watching Asherah perform at Asylum's Tribal Cafe. At any rate, three cheers for an active social life, yeah?
I passed out on the couch last night, fully clothed. I kinda love it when that happens.
This morning, I got up early and did some house chores-- with Dixie still gone, I'd been a little remiss about keeping things tidy. After that, I took a long soak in a rosewater bath, reading and sipping tea, before heading out on my coffee date.
Coffee date turned into coffee and a movie date. Mike (no, not that Mike) is a fairly easygoing guy-- soft-spoken and a little shy, but funny. A huge Firefly fan. Smart-- he's an aerospace engineer, and athletic. He's fairly committed to martial arts (he's a black belt), and competes regularly. He showed up with gauze taped to one ear-- his latest tournament resulted in "minor surgery." Came in third out of over fifty fighters, so I'd say he's pretty on the level. Anyway, there was coffee, discussion of zombie preparedness, general chit-chat, then we decided to see a movie.
The Messengers was your typical horror flick. Makes you jump, but isn't particularly creepifying. Mike spent most of the time laughing at my flailing-- you know, when a character does something incredibly stupid, I get all sorts of irritated about it. I tend to call them names. I think it's all the Buffy I've watched-- I simply cannot abide stupid girls in horror flicks. At any rate, it was a good time, and pretty stress-free. I just hope I wasn't offputting in the way that I tend to be Chatty McChatsalot.
In other news, oh my gosh, I can't wait until 300 comes out.
Tonight, I'm gonna do some journal-work before passing out. I've got a long but fun day ahead, what with lunch at Flissy's with Abby, hanging in Dupont Circle, scouring the bins at Beadazzled, then watching Asherah perform at Asylum's Tribal Cafe. At any rate, three cheers for an active social life, yeah?