Sunday Funday

I'm normally not a big fan of leaving my house on Sundays. I'm usually in my sweatpants and glasses with my hair in a ponytail napping in various parts of my apartment. sometimes i drop off my laundry. sometimes i don't.

this Sunday, however, I arranged a play date with Tim. I had canceled on him on thursday because my horoscope said i wouldn't be in the mood for deep conversation, but to not be offended, i'd be ready in 3 days. I was extremely offended. I don't like my horoscope calling me shallow. You know whats shallow? horoscopes. Anyway, that night i was getting ready to leave work and although i was really excited to see Tim because i LOVE him, i started thinking "wow... its been a really long time since i've really talked to him. if i want to tell him about this, i'm gonna have to tell him about this and this and this and i'm not in the mood." touche, horoscope. i will never judge you again.

SO, i text tim and set up a coffee date for 6ish when he was done with his sample sale. then i started watching glee and almost canceled on him again again because i really just wanted to keep watching that show. BUT i didn't. Mostly for issues of pride and self esteem of not actually being that shallow. and because i was desperate to get out of the funky mood i had been in that morning (10am-5pm) and Tim always puts me in a good mood. AND because i love tim. We had a great time sitting at a dinner and catching up and laughing and gossiping, and eavesdropping on the couple next to us who were talking about some 'faggot' and some 'slut' and we wondered if they were referring to us (they couldn't have been... right?). Then we took advantage of the BEAUTIFUL fall night and walked from Madison Square Garden to Union Square where i got on the train to go home.

only, i met up with justin instead for free tequila night. which sounded like a terrible idea for a sunday. but seeing justin sounded like a great one. so i met up with him for a seltzer water with lime and sipped on a tequila sunrise... which was mostly orange juice. Justin told me a poop joke, and i laughed like a school girl. Then, his friend leaned over about 2 hours later and whispered discreetly as the bathroom door behind us flew open and a waive of STANK entered the bar "Someone forgot to use the air freshener." Justin yelled "POOP" in a bar of maybe 15 people all very much in ear shot of this former Kent State Cheerleader. That is why he's my favorite. Then he walked me to the bodega so i could get a sandwich (he talked me out of the fried chicken i really really really wanted) and we found incense called "mj's moonwalk"

maybe i'll start leaving the house on sundays more often.

speaking horoscopes (which i'm in all actuality not even that into) today mine included the phrase "Don't be overly dramatic about your own version of paradise lost." I stopped judging you. please stop judging me. can't we all just get along?