March Madness

Saturday was the beginning of my downward spiral. I worked, got out early, and went back to work with gal pal #6 and guy pal #1. The night started out lovely and tame. A martini and a glass of pinot later I end up at the Court Tavern, a friend of a friends band is playing- Skyline Rodeo (I never saw them play that night). I barely make it into the door and I am greeted by so many friends (oh my) and long lost acquaintances. One hour later I am still by the doorway chattin' it up, playin' catch up, and scanning the room for the friends I came to meet up with. I felt like I was being so rude but I couldn't help it, a lot of these other friends deserved more than just a "hello". Anyway as I was scanning the room I caught the eye of an old fling (we'll call him strange guy #3) and that was IT the rudeness really came out, because I was glued to him the whole night. I was feelin' like a horn toad, but I fought the urge, like a good little girl. Good girl, whoof.