Since I didn't make it to the gym on Thursday, I ducked out for a quick (50 minute) workout, then showered and left for my dinner with Sandy.
The evening got off to a memorable start, if not an incredibly embarrassing one. We had ordered mango margaritas the size of fishbowls, and as I was talking, I inadvertently brought my hand down on the straw sticking out. The straw goes flying, and a healthy part of my margarita splashes all over Sandy's hair, face, and blouse.
Did you ever have one of those moments that is so mortifying that you just want to drop down into a hole? I wish I was only that embarrassed. The total disbelief on both our faces seemed to last forever, then the shock sort of dissolved into breathless laughter. That could have gone SOOO much worse. It was starting to get loud, so a few minutes later, we got the check and I followed Sandy to her apartment so we could talk in quieter surroundings (and she could change).
We hung out at her place for the rest of the evening, talking, playing with her cats (one of which was just spayed, so she is a conehead), watching Idiocracy on DVD, and going out for ice cream (and a big cup of coffee for me. 4 hours sleep over the course of 40 hours just doesn't cut it, and towards the end of the evening I could tell I was running on empty). I had a fun time, and I think we got to know each other a little better. Hopefully I can see her again the next time I'm in NJ. I left a little after 1:00am and sauntered back to Mom's by way of a convenience store for some more caffeine.
So now I've got to lookup the bus schedule for the one that runs from Wayne (Mountain View) to Port Authority. I'm meeting my friend Glenn tomorrow morning for a day in New York City, then dinner tomorrow night with Mom and Ann. Before all that, though, I need about 6 hours of solid sleep. Aren't vacations supposed to be restful and relaxing?