I will be buying the new Madonna CD today and hanging a disco ball in my cube and having club Dale a go go throughout the day, please be warned, vogueing may be involved, as if my floor wasn't gay enough (the gay men outnumber the straight men and there's more fuschia shirts on this floor than in most of gaydom).
Last evening I had a bitch session with Straight husband #1, Straight husband #2 is currently in Ireland on holiday and has undertaken the task of getting me a pretty gift. SH1 and I, after sitting around in our sweats and generally being wastes of space decided to whole foods it so we traversed to the P st. Whole foods. I felt SOOOO underdressed to be at that whole foods. I figured, after work, people are tired, me not looking cute not a big deal. Yeah I was a liar. Thankfully SH1 was also scrubtacular so it looked like we had just come from either the gym or something equally couple-y that the gays do. P.S. everybody thought we were "together", especially when I'd say things like, "do we have enough bread in the house hun?" and honestly I'm fine with that assumption.
Sidenote: I was born and spent the first formative years of my life in Balmer (Baltimore) and therefore am allowed to call people hun where and how I see fit. Also, when I drink I develop a southern accent that is only rivaled by Ms. Blanche Devereaux.
On the way home Contestant #3 called, now Contestant #3 I've known for a while but always kind of dodged the fact that he had feelings that were a bit more than friendly for me, however my guard was down last night and I agreed to go on a date with him. I think I'm going to have to re-sched as he wants to go out out tonight and honestly I need a rest, plus I don't think I'm up to fending off his advances without coming across as a heinous beeeyotch and I'm the effing Marsha Brady of 17th st. dammit, everybody likes me and I aim to keep it that way.
I've communicated with Contestant #1 aka Beck and he will be cooking me dinner tomorrow evening and as he used to live in italy I'm tots excited, and he's also renting a movie. Now I know what "renting a movie" usually means but my plan is to keep the evening PG, but as we all know, "the best laid plans of mice and men......."
Contestant #2 I haven't called back yet, I'm still unsure if I want to, I just don't feel like putting in the effort honestly as horrible as that sounds, he's just another ball in the air that I don't really need/want right now.
P.S. I was talking to SH1 about a comment I'd made in response to a post from The Boy on what movie character would portray him. Apparently according to my SH1 and corroborated by others, I'm totally Sayuri in Memoirs of a Geisha, go fig.
7 comments:
I dont know about you...but this Madonna CD is rocking my cube and my Kabbalah bracelt. H-A-W-T.
oh I'm tots bopping to the beat much to the awkward stares I'm getting from my office mate. And on a scale from one to give a damn I totally don't give a damn.
Is it wrong that I'm tots excited to go to the gym and work out to this playlist? which in combo with other gay-centric songs I've entitled my "sassy" playlist... yup I'm that gay
Nothing wrong with that. I'm all about "Push"...it just got me through a tough deliverable.
Ugh, deliverable. One of the buzzwords of corporate america I loathe and despise.
Push is totally a hot song, I'm all about hung up and jump.
In consulting...it's not so much a buzzword as it is a way of life. But its ok...cuz it's Madonna Day and Confessions on a Dancefloor is my boo.
I am originally from South Cackalacky. I've done well ridding myself of my accent, however my friends say that when I drink I turn into Scarlet O'Hara.
M.A.G.: True story, I'm convinced consulting is the work of satan, however it does put food on my table and alcohol in my martini glass.
Dop: The funniest was when I was living in london and would drink, the bartender had NO idea what to do with a 6'3" half asian kid that talked like I should have been an antebellum belle...." Ah would laike a buuudweiiser if you don't miind sir."
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