Hubuduh What?

i loves you porgy
2007-01-12 : 3:52 pm

In other news:

My mother is currently being EXPRESSLY and UNCHARACTERISTICALLY OBTUSE. She is frustrating me to the point of clenched muscles in odd places. What is the discussion about, you ask? The 1959 film production of Porgy and Bess.

Ken and I went to the local high school last night to take our first ballroom dancing class. We had a blast, I am so excited for it. We're still a little stiff and ONE tap. TWO AND. THREE tap. FOUR AND. about it, but I think with time we'll figure it out and possibly approach graceful. We seem to disagree a bit about how much turning we should do (I like to turn, Ken wants to make me his bitch, so he only turns when I'm not expecting it... It's an "I'm the lead and you're not haha" thing). We KICK ASS at the twirling part. (That's my favorite part.) When we go I call him Fred and he calls me Ginger.

At the office we've been using a particular catering company for our weekly lunches that we do, and we've been having problems with them for the last few months, so my boss told me to find a new one. I did for this week and next (they were wonderful) but the very nice account manager of the first one just surpised me with a visit. Since I'm the one who has to deal with all this, I'm the one who had to tell him we were going with a different catering company.

DUDE!!! I JUST HAD TO BREAK UP WITH OUR CATERER!!!

Seriously, I'm bummed. Up until about 10 minutes ago I was so excited, I thought I'd finally found a beautiful man to be with for the rest of my life and that I'd never have to break up with anyone ever again, but it turns out that no matter how wonderful Ken is, I STILL HAD TO BREAK UP WITH SOMEONE TODAY!!! Oh good lord... I need a cigarette! (No, I'm not smoking again, however I am going through a Phase lately, where that is more difficult than usual). Anyway, I actually used a form of "It's not you, it's us" in the break up. Seriously. I came JUST short of "I hope we can still be friends." Actually, I did say that we may use his company for specific needs in the future, so that does kind of count as "let's be friends."

Sigh, oh man...

Seriously, if I had a nickel for every time my mother has called the Gershwin Estate "stupid" in the past hour... I think she's been hittin' the sauce a little early in the day, if you know what I mean... Getting a jump start on that weekend, huh mom? Whew!

OOH!! Speaking of! It's two minutes to beer o'clock and we have a keg of Blue Moon on the 5th floor... Yeah, I need a beer. It's been a rough day. Sigh... Poor Alex... Um, or whatever his name was...