It’s rare that two weeks go by without a blog post, and it makes me laugh when people notice and then ask me what’s going on. A few times, people have thought I quit. Other times they’re worried something is wrong – this week, you were curious about, “Hey, when are you going to blog? We need to know what boy did for your birthday.” But I don’t just hop on and document everything – and then he did this, and then he did this, and then he did this.
But he did bring these.
I was at the Altamont Fairgrounds yesterday for work and went rogue for a few minutes between responsibilities. Tonight, we grilled. Giraffes, burgers and milkshakes – just a few shots from the week.
This weekend, I had no plans. None at all. It was nice, and after a long week, it was going to be relaxing. I was going to hide out with my book in my bed and listen to the rain.
On second thought, maybe I’d do lunch on Saturday with my boyfriend. Maybe that. Maybe we’d go out in Saratoga, and walk down the street like a couple, and maybe we’d run into a bunch of people we know, because that’s what happens when you walk the streets of downtown Saratoga.
And we did. We ran into multiple people, and we made the proper introductions when necessary – “Oh, Name, have you met my boy/girl friend?” Shake hands, talk about the day, plans, what have you.
So we ran into someone. An old coworker or classmate or something, I’ll keep it anonymous. Continue reading
August 6, 2011 was a bummer of a day.
On August 5, I left my internship, a half-day, with confidence I’d be returning as a full-time employee after backpacking Europe. That, I felt really good about.
On August 5, 2011, I had one final date with the boy I’d met at Starbucks two months prior and had a first date with exactly one month prior. I hoped he would still be single when/if I returned to New York in five months. That, I couldn’t count on. And that bummed me out. Continue reading