About Alot Of Things
It was kind of a weird weekend. On Friday I got in another those wierd moods. I ended up skipping dinner and walking around town. I stopped in a couple of local bars and drank a few whiskey sours and chatted with whoever was sitting next to me about meaningless bullshit. I was bored, bored, bored, and lonely so I got drunk. And walked around to other bars looking for something.
On Saturday morning I got a call from Sabrina. I met her out for afternoon margaritas. We talked for hours. About alot of things. She did end up going to NYC with her new boyfriend. But I expected it. She expected a reaction out of me but didn’t know what it was going to be. I wonder if she guessed right. She’s has grown as a person some. She is happier, which is nice. I like her most when she’s happy. She isn’t happy with some of the decisions she has made lately. We then went out to dinner at one of our old haunts and hung out back at my apartment. She said it was still home to her and it was sad in a sentimental sort of way to be back. It was sad in a sentimental sort of way to have her there. She didn’t have the option of staying although I wish she would have.
Most of Sunday I spent working. I took a long lunch with Sabrina at the Pearl Street grill and we looked through photos of her vacation. Then I went back to work again.
I’m leaving to San Francisco this afternoon for a business trip. I’m really kind of nervous about a presentation I’m giving out there. Wish me luck.
It appears this is my 100th entry.
1 cindy Says:
have fun in sf! go get some good chocolate while you are there.
2 lotus Says:
Yeah, sorry things are sad and sentimental with the ex, but it is nice that you guys can still talk to each other. Although, depending on the ex, sometimes that makes things harder. And good luck in S.F.!
3 lotus Says:
Oh, and congrats on the 100th entry! That’s awesome!!
4 Allison Says:
Congrats on the presentation! San Fran, no less- you rock!
What a sad story with you and Sabrina. I can’t decide if I think she’s playing with you or misses you, wants you back and is seeing if you want the same, just in an indirect fashion. It must have been hard to look at the vacation pics, though. I had an ex who did that. Every once in awhile, after me dumping him, he’d bring me a vacation pic of us in New York that he ‘just got developed’ or a pic of the kids being adorable, or whatever. Looking back, I think it was part manipulation, part sad attempt to make me reminiscent. Unfortunately for him, I just can’t get past bisexuality on a man’s part. (Yes, that was the reason- but it should have been the rest of his issues..older–wiser.) Such a soap opera, my life back then! (btw..Those were HIS kids, not mine…might’ve sounded kind of bad if I didn’t mention that..)
5 Kyle Says:
Good luck in SF! And Mmmmm… whiskey sours are great drinks.
6 reb Says:
luck!
7 Jules Says:
Always so strange to have the ex back in the place you shared, even stranger to BE the ex and see the old place without the little touches of yourself there. Some small spiteful part of me wants a person to wilt and die when I leave them. Its hard to find that they’ve found ways to be happy that don’t include me.
Oh, and congrats on the 100th. Well done.
8 dave Says:
Good luck! Use a laser pointer! Laser pointers make every presentation better!!
9 sassylittlepunkin Says:
say hi to s.f. for me!!!!!
s.f. lifted my spirits, hope it does yours, as well. take care, hurry back to blogland!
10 hubs Says:
Thanks for all your good wishes, I know they helped. The presentation went well. San Fran is a beautiful city. I had a lot of fun and have come back refreshed. Amazing a a couple of days out of town can do.
Allison: thanks. it’s not as sad as it may sound. more just kinda touching with a tinge of sad. it was my idea to see the pictures. sabrina is very sensitive to my feelings and wouldn’t intentionally hurt them.
Jules: yeah, it was totally strange in a familiar but dreamy way. my place is just the way she left it. i still have tons of her funiture and stuff. she decorated it well. i like it. once again you have expressed my sentiments exectly. “how could you be happy without me?” jules, your great.
slp: your heart says hello. i gave it a little kiss and it went back to sleeping, muttering something about next year.