Funny . . . When I tell people about my crab all…

Funny . . .

When I tell people about my crab allergy, how many of them think I’m telling them that I’m allergic to crap. WTF????

Is it Monday ALREADY??? Had a very busy weekend -…

Is it Monday ALREADY???

Had a very busy weekend — as usual. Fun, though. I ate my way through the entire weekend, which I’ll be paying for later. Caught up with a group of ex-coworkers for dinner in Evanston, which is always nice. It’s great to see them and think about how long it’s been since we all worked in the same environment. I hardly ever get a chance to see them, but when I do, it’s always a wonderful time.

Saturday is a blur. I went to three birthday gatherings and a dinner party, of sorts. Whew! The first of the parties began early. 10:00 am, to be specific. It was the party of the a friend’s two-year-old. It kills me how little kids parties last for a maximum of two hours. I guess, for them, it’s just enough time to play, fight over a few toys, become overstimulated, eat a bunch of sugar, crash from the sugar, become irritable, wet their pants, and start screaming. How grueling!

Jennifer’s b-day gathering was at Del Toro — even though I couldn’t eat due to severe stomach upset. I especially thank her for the neck massage at the table, which significantly reduced my neck cramps and immobilization. Who’d have thought such a thin girl would have such strong hands??? This morning, I have the startling ability to turn my head freely, and am no longer concerned that I’d somehow contracted Spina Bifida.

One of Jen’s friends is having a benefit for her mother who passed away last year, and she’s trying to find auction items. She asked if there’s something that I can do to contribute to the auction. She thought that someone might bid on a mention in the column. Somehow I don’t think that would rake in the bucks. Most people that I know fight being included in the column — even the ones with uninteresting stories. If anyone has read the column, I can’t imagine that they’d pay money for inclusion. Hell . . . if they want to get a shout-out, all they really have to do is date me or one of my friends, and screw us over. That’s a sure placement, and it won’t cost them nearly as much. But then, I guess they couldn’t write that off at the end of year, could they? Oh well . . . if anyone can think of anything that I could auction off that’s column-related, please let me know.

Saw “Failure to Launch,” and went to yet another early dinner party on Sunday at Tracy’s house, and heard all of urban cougar tales of the wild.

Sunday evening, I finally got to relax and have some quality Gina-time (QGT). I don’t get enough of that, and since next weekend is already booked, I think I need to allocate at least two nights this week to QGT. Nights when I don’t make plans, don’t answer the phone or return text messages. Of course the QGT goes out the window if I have work to do.

Failure to Launch had promise, but a LOT of plot problems. It’s almost as if the editor didn’t take into account the storyline when cutting scenes. Some of the weirdness was unexplained and disconnected. However, it did give me more column fodder, which is always good.

And since nobody seems to comment on the site anymore, I guess I won’t find out what anyone else did this weekend. (Did you like that? I’ve done the very thing I hate — instituted the Sarah B. [alias my mother] guilt trip. But, although I hate guilt trips, and often become obstinate in the face of guilt, I can inflict it so well.]