Accidental Relationships

twentysomething 1: PS - i think i may have found myself to be in a relationship

twentysomething 2: i just love the fact that we live the sort of lives that we can just happen to find ourselves in accidental relationships...

twentysomething 1: i would be freaking out about this except i love this kind of awkward

It Was Bound To Happen

I was about to write the following blog. And then LJ beat me to it... Which is just plain silly/ridiculous, considering the tale that follows... enjoy :)

well.

this is a funny story. ok, funny-ish. mostly because we tried to prevent how it ends. but let me back up. and start from the beginning.

a text conversation with BFF and co-worker bethany

last night, 10:55pm

and then, this morning. this conversation happened.

and then, a lil later, upon arriving at work this morning. this gchat conversation about our separate morning workouts happened. (might i suggest a little Zoom Screen action for this one? :) )

and then. i walked into her office. and this happened.

see, we really did try to prevent it. but neither of us clearly said whether or not we'd be wearing said flowery dress. i thought she said i could wear, she thought i said she could wear. you see how that could happen from our texts, right? no? oops?

so. here we are. at work. in the same dress. well, same outfit really. flowery dress, cardi, belt, tights, boots.

this doesn't quite help our argument for being different. does it?

meep.

Meep indeed, my friend. Meep, indeed.

On the events of this weekend...

... via a 3-day long Group BBM, which by the way, was probably our best discovery, ummm... ever:

twentysomething 1: Get out of the corner. Do the "bend and snap."

twentysomething 2: I should wear cardigans to bars more often, I guess!

twentysomething 1: The cardigan is totes the new little black dress.

twentysomething 1: You're dangling fun in my face like a tortured puppy.

twentysomething 3: You flirt with boys. I flirt with poles. NO. BIG. DEAL.

I think it's worth noting...

(Part II)

... that I wore 3.5" heels today. For 14.5 straight hours.

And I walked at least 3 miles in them.

I didn't take them off once, actually. Not for a single second.

In my Texas/sorority days, this would have been pretty normal.

But in NYC... 14.5 hours and 3 miles in 3.5" heels when you work at a very casual ad agency...

... is not normal.

So I thought it was worth noting.

Perfectly Validated

twentysomething girl 1: I like that I should really be preparing for this presentation that I have in an hour... But instead, I'm preparing for a fake vacation with my fake boyfriend.

twentysomething girl 2: HAHAHAHA yesssssss.

twentysomething girl 1: Well, really, it's for a fake/could-become-real vacation/boyfriend!

twentysomething girl 2: Yes! So could-become-real, in fact, that you really need a real passport!

twentysomething girl 1: It's good to know my priorities are in check.

twentysomething girl 2: Yes, you're perfectly validated.

I'm Watching You, Daughter

You know that scene in Meet the Parents where Jack (Robert De Niro) looks menacingly at Greg (Ben Stiller), pointing his two fingers at his own eyes and then one back at Greg? And Jack says a few words that essentially strike the fear of God into Greg?...

Before going to bed just now, my own sweet mother just came out of her bedroom in a fit of giggles, and proceeded to reenact that exact scene to my sister and her boyfriend... That's right - "I'm watching you, Focker" and all.

It's times like this that I,

(1) really love my family. A whole lot.

(2) am particularly ok with not bringing a boy home for Christmas just yet. :)

Anonymity is Key

twentysomething blogger girl 1: "... Do you think he reads my blog?"

twentysomething blogger girl 2: "Yes. I'd assume so... Wouldn't you?"

twentysomething blogger girl 1: "Yeah, I guess you're probably right... "

twentysomething blogger girl 2: "I mean, there's some good stuff on there! If I could anonymously stalk guys I used to date to that extent, I sure as heck would."

I think it's worth noting...

... that I ate octopus tonight. For the first time. Ever.

I had exactly two bites of said octopus, actually.

More than one bite... because it was rather delicious.

But less than three bites... because then I started thinking about it too much.

And I had to stop. But still...

I ate octopus tonight.

Fried.

Wearing a cute new dress and belt. But no tights. Feel like I could be in Mad Men. But it's freezing. Because it's October. Just finished presenting a major project to the client. Yay, but my brain is fried.

If you need me, I may or may not be snuggled under a deliciously soft pink blanket I keep in my office for just such emergencies.

Not even kind of kidding.

I'm so grown-up.

A Little Motherly Advice

"Sweetie, it seems that you might just be one of those princesses who has to kiss more than her fair share of frogs..."

-My mom. She always knows just what to say. :)

Another Day, Another Crush

"Well crap. Now I have to find a new, never-going-anywhere Office Crush to creep on."

-A friend, upon learning that her current Office Crush has put in his two weeks notice... This, my friends, is Twentysomething Professionalism at its finest. Gotta love it.

Spock and Speidi

You know you should probably just head to bed when... Gchat conversations like this start taking place:

me: is it weird that i want to have a dvd marathon of Laguna Beach.....?

Kristen: mmmm...yes, but i love Spock so i have no room to talk...

Yep. We win. At life.

Lesson(s) Learned

In recent days, I've had the great fortune of learning the following tidbits:

1. If it's 20 minutes past when a Sunday matinee is supposed to begin, you're the only person in the theater, AND they're still showing the pre-show with no official previews in sight... maybe you should double check that you're in the correct theater... instead of, say, asking a boy who works there. And then he immediately Walkies to management that there's an emergency movie malfunction. And then you run away.

2. Target.com is a dangerous, dangerous site, especially for a girl who hasn't set foot inside one of their stores since December. But what deals! Sigh.

3. Cinco de Mayo is in fact celebrated in states other than Texas. However, the lack of emphasis placed on margaritas and queso can be something of a letdown.

4. When your CHI has had time to heat up to approximately 400 degrees F and you trip on the cord while your hands are preoccupied with your mascara, perhaps it would be best to let said CHI fall to the ground and break instead of, I don't know, attempting to catch it with your forearm. Don't believe me? I have a nice 3" scar forming that proves my point...

5. I don't think I'll ever get sick of the rain; it always ends up reminding me of Seattle... The humidity, however, my bangs could do without.