More than anything, this weekend was full of relaxation, recuperation and excellent company. After a Friday night spent seated on the couch and lamenting a continued cold, I was fortunate to catch up with a lovely woman (who may so choose to identify herself).
There are people in this world who put you at ease, and this sassy woman does it with grace and aplomb. She drove me to brunch--at a rockstar time and in rockstar fashion. The food was great, but the company was better, and we talked about so many things, particularly a girl's inability to say no--not when it really counts, of course, but when it's neither harmful nor necessarily convenient.
I think that after feeling a little lonely and less than social, I was inclined to agree to all sorts of things that I otherwise might have declined, excepting my brunch date, a possible dog sitting gig and the possibility of seeing a show at the 9:30 club. (I'm not normally this busy).
I was fortunate to get to spend the majority of the day with with my brunch date and then I got to meet my second date for the evening, as his owner had an important social engagement which he had to attend:
(He was so very tired after a long day.)
(However, he loved to have his picture taken.)
I thoroughly enjoyed my time with my second date, he was lovely. He played for a while, had some snacks and took a nap while I finished a terrible novel. I was a little worried that he was a bit chilly and I wanted to get him a sweater--not the silly kind, but the comfortable warm kind. And as I worried about the dog, I started worrying about a friend (I've heard from her) and then began worrying about another friend (I've not yet heard from him) and then I knew that it was getting late and I should be asleep, full of cough medicine and unusual dreams.
Today, I went on an outing to see Cloverfield (which was passable) and spent the rest of the day trying to rid mysef of the cold that needs to go away by Wednesday night.