11-Dec-2006

Many thanks to Chlydia for the guest blog, and for revealing some of my deepest, darkest secrets.  Seriously.  Not.  Embarrassing.  At all.  For those of you who are curious about Nerd Camp Roommate, she is #7 on my Myspace Friends right now, and if you're in Kentucky and need to learn to dance, she's your best bet.  The girl puts both Kevin Bacon and Michael Flatley to shame.  She also used to get on the phone when My First Boyfriend would call our room at said Nerd Camp and ask him why he didn't send me flowers, because I was a special gal and deserved better.  Then she'd hang up on him before I had a chance to say hi.  She hated my High School (Ex) Best Friend for me when I got dumped for her and wasn't yet strong enough to realize she'd treated me like shit.  All in all, she's good people, and Chlydia was kind enough to remind me of that fact.

I find it amusing how the KY guest bloggers are intriguing to the future CA guest bloggers.  For example, the Designated Driver said to me on Saturday, "Farrah sounds like a really sweet person."  So for all of you who were wondering, yes, Farrah is an extremely sweet person, but that doesn't even begin to chip away at the surface.  Farrah was the first person to ask me to sit with her on the cross country bus (I went to private school through middle school, then switched to public for high school, so I knew NO ONE), the first person to invite me to a high school party, the first person to visit me in both NYC and L.A.  Farrah perfected the long sleeve over t-shirt combo, but always gets on my case when I wear high heels with socks.  She was the fastest runner on the cross country team, but would slow down to gossip with me at practice (read:  I was slow.  I still am slow).  So yes, she rocks, and I can't imagine life without her, and I'll be so happy to see her and all my other cronies when I go home.  Yay for December 21st!

Speaking of which, I was making my To Do List for this week, and I realized I have no time.  Now I'm not the most popular bee in the bonnet, but dammit if I don't have plans every single night.  Tomorrow, I have double drinks, since Oscar Nom is in town (so I guess it's dinner, then drinks), but who knows if I'll feel up to going to drinks, or get out of dinner in time, if I'm with him?  My guess is I won't.  Sigh... Tree trimming party Wednesday, drinks with a Vandy alum Thursday, then dinner and a movie with the Tennis Pro on Friday. I'm betting he won't flake, since he doesn't usually flake when it's just me.  But maybe I should make backup plans, just in case. 

To top it all off, I have just started my shopping.  I went Saturday with the Designated Driver and found one stocking stuffer, then yesterday with Cliffhanger (who shops for her whomever she's with as vigorously as she shops for jobs for her clients - How about this?  Do you like suede?  Polka dots?  Ugh.  You are not wearing that skirt correctly.  Let me fix it like I have to fix everything else in your life.  And don't even think about trying that sweater.  You'll look like baby poo.).  I ended up with a kick ass pair of shoes that I'm wearing today (and which luckily did not fall victim to the unfortunate Coffee Spilling Crisis of '06 that occurred on or around my cubicle this morning), and nothing for anyone else.  Thank goodness for the Internet.