I must say that each time I go to Houston, I fall more and more in love with the city. Mind you, I have not stepped one foot outside the 'loop' so we're just talking downtown area. And it's gotten ten times cuter than 7 years ago, I can tell you that.
I stayed at a bad ass hotel and got the pimpest room of all - a king size suite. Did you know I am a hotel whore? I love them. It should be noted I haven't stayed anywhere less of 4 stars.
I met Lil Ashley. Bev's Lil Ashley. After she found out that we were both staying at the same place (kinda) she hooked us up with each other's phone numbers. Presto! I met her in the hotel lobby and we chatted late one night. It was fab. I needed it more than I think she needed to vent about her job. I was having one of those moments leading up to a crappy weekend - I just didn't realize it then. In hindsight that was one of the last few good moments of being me before the crap hit.
I met my College Roomie out for happy hour. She continuously called tapas, tapias. It got on my last nerve. I kept correcting her and she even said it to the waiter. Oy. Then I find out that her husband has lied to her about his age. Uhm hmm. She so thought he was 41, unh unh homeboy is 46.
I'm sorry but isn't that a huge lie? What makes it worse in my eyes is that she totally celebrated his 40th birthday with him. That's a big deal. Come to it, it was really his 45th birthday.
(oh and yeah you are doing the math correctly - she is married to someone 16 years older than us. It's okay because when I was in college I dated a guy 15 years older than me, and while there were perks - boy oh boy were there perks - she was one of the few that made it known to me how disgusted she was because of our relationship...looky at her now. And can I add? I always knew my boyfriends real age.)
One of my good friends got engaged over the weekend. She is probably my wildest friend - the only person that can seriously have me laughing my ass off for hours. Hopefully she knows her fiance's real age.
Now over in Boyville, hmm, where can I start?
This is where I feel like a crush slut.
I think I have 3 simultaneous crushes happening right now. Not that I've been on a date with any of them. But is it alright to be crushing after more than one guy? What are the rules, here?
Guy #1 - Hmm. Hmm. Let's just say, a long time ago he and I met. We were drinking, I wasn't drunk, he was. We went back to his place - nothing happened (I swear) I spent the night and never heard from him again. And I called him. Twice.
Years later, what goes around comes around, and we now hang out in the same circle - again. Well, when I ran into him again with the crowd, he is ten times hotter than what I remembered. We've been email flirting back and forth for a bit now.
Guy #2 - Uh oh. Uh oh. He is friends with the above. So, let's move on. (because I am listing this in order of preference)
Guy #3 - This one might not count. I work with him and I don't want to get mixed into company ink. And I think this just may be a proximity crush and not a real crush.
And did you notice San Antonio Boy is not on the list? I'm thisclose to giving up on him. Truly. And his drop dead date is April 11. So, we'll have a recap of him after that day.