What I Should Be Doing…

is unloading the dishwasher and re-loading the sumbitch with dishes from this week.

What I am currently doing:
facebooking.
listening to Lady Antebellum
waiting for the boyfriend to arrive from Batshitcrazytown and begin Operation Meet & Greet: Phase One.

we’re going up to the bar tonight. Bar friends. Work friends. The first wave of introductions to the people that comprise my tribe.

I’m excited. I’m nervous, why? I dunno. I’ve brought exactly zero men to this gathering table. One kind of, and well, we all watched that fizzle out like a sparkler that went on for a little too long and got boring…but this one is for reals.

Meanwhile, work has been great this week. Payday was not hateful as it was the previous time around. Tomorrow is pretty slow, however I bartend a wedding at Batshitcrazytown tomorrow night.

I’m meeting his parents Monday night. He’s a little more freaked out about this than I am. I mean, it’s inevitable, so why wait, eh? Indeed.

The livestock is PISSED about all of this, I have to say. The upset in the schedule has garnered me with hateful looks, flicks of the tail, some F words and a hairball or two. I’ve been sucking up to them by feeding them moist food every single time anyone meow’s.What can I say…I’m not above bribery,

Ok he just got here, so we’re heading. Wish me luck!