Over the weekend, I went to my work husband's 30th party.. It was beyond fun. He doesn't play for my team, if you get my drift, so I was a minority in the orientation department. Where I normally like to be the life of the party, I had NOTHING to offer these boys. (heavy sigh) I did have a ULTRA FAB time.. but was bummed when my "date" Trecia wanted to bolt early. She was all glammed up (tight sweater, F Me boots, Big ol hoop earings) to go to this after hours Reggae club. As I understand it, she wanted to get her groove on .. or some such thing.
We really had a splendid time, though.. She and I got some dinner before the shin dig and I dare say she was looking for some Megster lovin. We were driving in circles in the Mission In SF, and she kept directing me to hotels and motels .. and dimly lit parking garages.. HM. Sweetness!! My dear bestey, I love you to literal pieces, but it would never work out between us.. You MUST know how I hate the buffet. I only deal with my own under protest. And besides my latest girl crush is the way Hot Erin from the City. She's more my type. She kinda reminds me of my 2nd hubbies (Nic Cester) girlfriend, Pia. Can we still be besteys??
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