Got a little more shopping to try and finish today -- hopefully they'll let us out a little early.
Happy Holidays, gang.
[Now Playing: Common - "Celebrate" ]
Happy Holidays, gang.
After the meeting ended today one of the engineers comes up to me and says, "So, did you have fun at Toys 'R Us last night?"
To be fair, I also saw one on eBay for $9000 -- but still, there's pretty much no way this thing is happening for Christmas.
Smash cut to last night, and NONE of those places have it anymore.
Christmas don't surf!!
It probably means nothing.
But you somehow get it in your head that she sent yours first.You're tired. Close to broke. Your throat is killing you from a flu bug, lack of sleep, and whatever was in that last shot glass. The alarm at your apartment is set to go off early tomorrow morning to remind you that you have to go to work. Going to another bar, which could easily mean another bar after that is every kind of bad idea. Had one of the guys sent the group rally text you’d have likely waved it off with some sort of pleasant apology. But they didn't.
Yes, you want nothing more but to lean in and kiss her -- but didn't we just split an appetizer and sip on cocktails for hours on end discussing how much she hates when guys do that?Your hope is that she makes the first move. That the attraction was there from the beginning to some level, so much so that even if she does appreciate your being a good listener, eventually she'll reach a point where she's done talking.
The most important thing she was trying to tell you all night, and you weren't even paying attention.
..Some listener you are.
I arrive late, but not so much that it was a problem. People were already eating, scattered at the tables; talking about families, football, and work.The food is in aluminum trays lined up on a front table. Empty boxes with the name of a fancy chain Italian place are stacked up in a corner. There are paper plates and holiday-themed napkins half-in and half-out of their plastic wrapper.
Someone thought to get cups. No one thought to bring drinks.The food isn't bad. Antipasto salads, vegetarian options, some sort of baked pasta with cheese thing. I take a little of each. Someone brings back vending machine sodas. Conversations continue over the sound of plastic forks meeting paper plates.
And just like that.I mean, what do you say? Where do you begin? Things like this happen all the time. Rings from the bottom of a glass on a countertop.
Just like that.
Wipe them clean, shut up already and get on with your life.Stranger still, the actuality is that that flash of memory -- it lasts maybe a minute. Probably less. But these are the ones that get you. These are the ones you're not ready for. Because these are the times you can almost see the lines of sunlight against the curtains. You can almost feel your little dog's stare watching every move of my fork from the plate towards my mouth, hoping for something to fall.
..I should really just learn to like eating these things.