Thank goodness for three day weekends, amirite? This long weekend I very nearly flew to see Dear Boyfriend at the last minute. One of my life goals is to not be so scared of spontaneity (we are both mega planners), so on Thursday night when I realized it was a three day weekend, I texted Dear Boyfriend with nerdy excitement: I may be spontaneous and fly out there tomorrow after work!!
Alas, flights at the last minute are fifty shades of crazy expensive. He totally understood. So instead, I met my therapeutic goal of attending one MeetUp a week, got boring stuff done for the upcoming cross-country move, of course did loads of running, binge-read Mistborn, and had a coffee date of one at a fancy pants place.
As y’all may know, I’m both a Tennessee Titans and Carolina Panthers fan. (Those are NFL teams, by the way 😉 ). For those unacquainted with the current standings in the NFL, the Titans literally finished worst in the league, and the Panthers are currently number one. Hey, win some, lose some 🙂
On Sunday I went to a MeetUp to watch the Panthers versus the Seahawks. To be fair, I kinda like the Seahawks — in a bubble — but since they were playing my big cats, the claws were out that day.
Sorry, Pete Carroll — it was another Panthers win!!!
(Side note: Cam Newton, if you ever read this, I love your shoe collection and your philanthropy and think you’re amazing 🙂 )
The MeetUp was … interesting. The guy next to me — who I’ve met before and allegedly has a significant other — got rather drunk and kept wrapping his arms around me, trying to buy me drinks. I’m not that kind of girl, so I just laughed it off, flashed my e-ring, and sipped on water. Gotta do what you’ve gotta do, am I right, ladies?
When he asked me if I was married or engaged, and I was like “we’re definitely getting married, but we haven’t set a date because it’s more complicated than that,” he literally responded with the Dumb and Dumber line, “So you’re telling me there’s a chance?”
My weekend long training run was excellent. I was able to get out of my head fully, which is sometimes so hard to do. Reading Mistborn in large chunks was awesome too — though I’ll save my thoughts for the full book review.
On MLK day, among other things, I went on a date by myself. Do you ever go on a date by yourself? I kinda love doing that. I know it sounds weird. But seriously, try it. Especially if you have social anxiety. Just grab a book, or a notepad and pen, or a laptop, and pop over to a restaurant or a coffee shop. It’s actually really fun and therapeutic. And if you hate it, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and blame me. 🙂
Anywho. I got done with my moving-related errands and frolicked by myself over to a fancy-schmancy-pants place around the corner.
I wrote up two new characters in my novel. The cappuccino was sub-par, though. I used to be a professional barista, so I know how I like my foam, dangit.
To cap off the long weekend before some evening blogging, I went to the salon and got a (spray) tan and bought a cute new blanket scarf.
Yesterday going back into the office, the real life Gilderoy Lockhart made an unprecedented number of hilarious and haughty statements. (I may just make recurring posts with his statements — what do y’all think?).
After work yesterday I popped into the nail spa for a massage and mani. Since it’s negative a billion degrees here right now, I decided on a dark, magical, wintry color: No More Mister Night Sky, by OPI.
So tell me, for those whose workplaces observed MLK Day, what did y’all do? For those who didn’t have a three day weekend, how was your week? I’d love to hear from any and all of you!
Love, Charlotte x