So I've brought some semblance of conclusion to two, yes TWO open issues brought up in the blog.
1) Text fiancee [(c) Jameil 2008]: I talked to the homie who sent me the text wedding invite. I said, "I know we haven't spoken in a while but how did we get to this point!?" She met him on April 28th... yes 2007. They've lived together since August. Her mom is excited about the wedding. Her father is indifferent. The wedding is at H.einz Hall. The reception is at the C.arnegie Art Museum (or vice versa). SO not what I think of as a Pittsburgh wedding. She asked, "Are you gonna come?" What? Am I gonna boycott? We ain't that close that all that is necessary. Not like if one of my homies married their deadbeat currents/exes. I still wouldn't boycott but I wouldn't be pleased. But this is at a fab location. How can I not go? It's your life. If your parents aren't trying to talk you out of it... what really can I do? We're supposed to go to lunch soon to talk about wedding stuff, etc. so we'll see.
2) Gym date: Remember how I saw him once and all we said was hi and happy new year? I also saw him last week but he was in what I call "testosterone room." That's the room dedicated solely to weights that's mostly just guys. The woman who showed me around the gym didn't even show that to me when I joined. The upstairs area with the circuit training and cardio machines and the indoor track above it is pretty much it for me. There are indoor and outdoor pools as well. But I don't use those either. You know how black women are about their hair. Even with natural hair I'm just so used to avoiding pools that I still do it. But I'm not obsessed with umbrellas anymore so that's fun. I won't be umbrella-free in a downpour, but drizzle or a sprinkle? I'm good. First time I did that was so FREEING!!
I see G (gym guy) today on the bikes and there's an open one next to him. I say hi, grab the current AllureMag from the rack (score!) and sit down. I say, "I want to explain about what happened that day we were supposed to work out. I was doing the noon and the white house caught fire... so sorry." He says, "Oh... well we never exchanged numbers so let's do that now." So we did. Fixed 1969. Are you happy? :) I am. I feel so accomplished right now. A month later. Lol.
And you know how I get about people working out outside of their normal times because it's a holiday. I work holidays. If it falls on my day off, I'm off. If not, I'm working. The news goes on no matter the day of the week. I have to ignore holidays to keep from getting crazy about missing the ones I usually celebrate with my family. That means I often don't realize its a holiday (other than whatever closings we mention) until I go to the gym and am bombarded by TOO MANY PEOPLE!! It was ridiculous in there today. I'm not claustrophobic but I think I just caught it in the gym today. You didn't know it was contagious? Well it is. And I now partly have it. I just had to GET AWAY FROM ALL THE PEOPLE!! I think its only at the gym. When I'm sweaty I don't want an audience of dozens. This ain't NY. GET AWAAAAY!!
Bonus: Why is there this dude from college whose muse I wanted to be who found me on myspace, right? Not odd. We have 24 friends in common including someone some of you know... bizarre. I just realized different aspects of my Hampton life cross paths way too much and perhaps I should be more vague. Except I don't care. Anyway. This dude has had a girl since forever (at least 4 years-- hush. Yes I know 4 years isn't forever but for a relationship that has yet to culminate in marriage, that's a long time.) who also went to the crib (college). One "ex" and 2 crushes from college found me, including the source of endless embarrassment back in the day. (Ooh! I've been free for a year and a half!) Lol. In retrospect that whole period of my life was hilarious. At the time, NOT AT ALL!!!
So this guy who found me whose muse I wanted to be. He's taken to sending me random messages having nothing to do with nothing. I don't care if that's not grammatically correct. You have 3 years of grad school left and you're asking me if I'm from Charlotte (yes) and if it's a good city (YES!!) because you've heard mixed reviews (they're jealous). Ok random. Why do y'all do that. Why is it when we're completely ignoring you and moving on you POP up. I know the answer. Because you're selfish! You always want people thinking of you. Keep it to yourself partner! Lol. He's actually a funny guy (and I'll still be his muse because I bet he'll be on Oprah one day for the book club and I wanna come!!) but the random questions every 3 months are just so bizarre.
*Completely unrelated bonus. "Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant" is just as hilarious as "Scott Baio is 45 and Single." Except before he told his fiancee how he feels about this soul-crushing fear of being a father, I was ready to kick him for being such a big baby and not saying something. JUST SAY IT!! (I've been known to yell this at people taking to long to get to the point. One of my fave professors in college used to say, "Gimme the soundbite." HUHlarious.) Then he manned up. Ooh! And Celeb Rehab? I don't like celebrity news but I love this show. Did you know alcohol withdrawal is commonly fatal?! Thank Dr. Drew for that little tidbit! Makes you want to never drink again doesn't it?
Eh... not quite. But it definitely makes me not ever want to be an addict. (I'm sure no one wants to be an addict.) This is a great show to have on tv. People need to understand what this life is like.
My coworker told me her baby rolled over today. Granted it was because her hubby the stay-at-home dad (that's kinda hot... I may need one of those when I get rich and famous and start popping out kids.) called while I was standing there. But then she goes, "Isn't that exciting?!" "Hey. I got out of my bed today and I did NOT get a party." I know its a milestone but I'm not a mother and we're not that close. That means I don't care enough to celebrate your baby's every achievement. But congratulations... ish.
I've now talked about what X told me not to-- the gym-- and only half of what La told me not to-- tv and food. Let me go ahead and round that out. I drooled all over chipotles on the Record Dish and it's quite funny. hahahahahaha. (There were so many tangents and links today it took me more than an hour to write this blog!!! Insanity.)