Guess where I get to be...you'll never believe it.
uh-huh, that's right.
I'll be standing in a tent giving away gift bag goodies and I cannot wait. Let's not get too excited because we had to pick straws on what days who would work what and I picked the teeny straw. That means I work Day 1, Friday and I doubt any well to do actors will be seen on Friday. Bummer.
I'm still disgusted by the whole lots of diamonds but hey, as long as I'm not wearing them. It's cool.
And since it aligns next to a weekend I'm going to breeze through San Antonio again.
It's not as if I never touched foot in that city all of last year and now I feel like I am always there. And you know my luggage needs a place to stay at least one of those nights ;)
Speaking of him - oh how I wish I lived in SA just for that. We've texted each other a few times and that is that. We'll see...
And then as a complete surprise to me (because there are no expectations from any boys coming from this end) a guy texted me a Merry Christmas on Christmas day. A guy that I've met only twice, think is good looking, and have potential date on the horizon.
Oh and speaking of expectations...is it awkward to run into someone you dated in the mall?
Not for me. I act like you are just another friend I've ran into.
But for Trombone....not so much, Lordy, it was a big freaking to-do dramatic tidbit in his day.
Let me tell you how I was standing outside the Diesel store while my mom was inside trying on jeans (yeah...don't ask), I was on the phone and got no service inside the shop.
While speaking on the phone, I looked up and Trombone was walking towards me in the line of mall traffic. I called out to him. (yeah, I'm so nice, right?) He looked at me, smiled, and turned right back on heels in the opposite direction.
Can you believe this? Is it 8th grade up in here or what?
Twenty minutes later, I'm still outside the store and my mom is still trying on jeans (?!). Trombone is walking back in the same direction for Take 2.
He sees me again. This time, since I like to call people on their dramaness, I hung up the phone and went to him.
"Did you just turn the opposite direction to avoid me?"
And then my mom walked out and I introduced them. Uh-huh. Because I am so cool like that. (He must so think I am bi-polar or something. Remember I was so mean to him while breaking it off and now I am so nice to him like it never happened. Oh the fuck well)
He acted like he didn't know how to be introduced to anyone. My mom was like 'what the heck is your deal?'
He couldn't get out of it quick enough. Once he was out, my mom asked me how I knew him. I had to tell her the truth. She basically summed that one up with "He is a toad"