just cause

yesterday was the friday before the long weekend, so i knew there wouldn't be too many people sticking around for a drink. i had plans to meet Mandy at 5:15 to go for nachos anyway, but i ended up finishing work (or being tired of working) at about 4:15 so i had some time to kill.

earlier in the day, i walked by Bertrand's office and he called me back. he asked if i had bought snacks for that evening and i said, "it's the friday before the long weekend - no one is going to be here for drinks after work!" he said, "no one will be there because there is no food!" he joked about how he had assigned the task to me and i joked that he forgot to confirm in writing, so there was no written agreement. he said, "it was a verbal agreement!" we talked about our upcoming weekends and then i left.

at 4:25, i walked into Crush's office with my bags and said, "what are you doing?" he told me he was working on an affidavit and then said, "are you headed to the boardroom?" and i said, "yeah, can you keep me company for 30 minutes?" and he said he would.

short story long, i ended up in the boardroom with not only Crush but Bertrand. it was the best. until Crush brought up the Student, who has since left the firm. i have a sneaking suspicion that he has a bit of a thing for her. then again, i have a bit of a thing for Bertrand so i guess what's good for the goose, etc.

as it sits, i am still here, waiting to hear from people about tonight. the Howler's last show is tonight and Doc Tardy and i are planning on going. except, she hasn't responded to my texts about dinner or what time to meet i guess for now, i'll make plans to head down on my own. typical.

i kind of lost it on her the other day. i went off about how i needed new friends because no one ever kept get together dates and people kept jamming. WTF. i do need new friends. or i just have to get over the fact that some people are just flighty and just because they say, "yes, let's do this!" it doesn't mean, "yes, let's do this!" it means, "yes, perhaps if something better doesn't come up in the meantime, i may consider possibly doing this!"

you know what's wrong with the world today? people are innundated with choice and now, no one wants to commit because there may be something better to do later on. so frustrating.

huh

Crush was hanging out by my desk (again), digging through my candy dish. i said to him, "i was going to pick out some new candy this weekend, but i wasn't sure how it would go over so i decided not to."

he answers and says, "did you ask BabyMan?"

i said, "why would i ask BabyMan?"

he says, "you always consult with him." huh?

i said, "no i don't. BabyMan doesn't even eat these candies. he just asks for real food."

he said, "so you only bake him cookies." huh?

i said, "no, i bake everyone cookies. he just takes a lot of them."

i then went to BabyMan's office and relayed my conversation, hoping he would tell me that i was reading too much into things.

he said, "OMG, he's jealous! wait, wait, we're over him, i forgot. OMG, he's jealous!!! ooh, the tension!!"

yeah, that's what i thought. so agonized - what do i do? do i step this flirtation up a notch? do i leave it alone? do i ask BabyMan tomorrow what i should do? decisions, decisions.

i finally decided to do the only thing i know - i baked him cookies. i'll leave most of them for the office, but i'm going to bring him his own bag with a note that says, "you get first dibs this time."

if cookies don't show my affection, i'm going to have to go with beer.

tacos

about 7 years ago, i met this guy online who lived in las vegas. i can't remember if we talked or if we just MSN chatted but i remember really liking him, not as a "guy" but as a friend. he said that if i were ever in vegas to look him up and he would take me to his favorite bar, the Pink Taco. i thought that was a funny name. he said it was a strip club. i thought it was an odd name for a peeler bar.

fast-forward 7 years to this past tuesday. i was watching "Glee" and Sue Sylvester threatened to kick another woman in her taco. i gasped at the visual that popped into my head and laughed at the chutzpah that the show had to have that particular turn of phrase on such a teen-driven show.

fast forward to 8:30 this evening. i was walking home from the skytrain and something reminded me of the name Pink Taco. and all of a sudden, i understood why the nudie bar was called the Pink Taco.

yes, sometimes, i actually AM that slow.