Let's go.

I called KfW2 last night to nail down arrangements for later, as I promised I would on Thursday. She didn't pick up. At the moment, I'm going to assume our tentative plans haven't changed: meet at CB Pub for drinks around 6:30, then head to the gig after an hour or so. That means me leaving the house shortly after 6 PM.

The weather has changed, but not improved. There are no longer warnings for thunderstorms, but the rain seems to be pretty persistent from the time I'm meant to leave the house.

And, as of this moment,  it looks like I've avoided CC inviting herself along. I'm pretty sure the weather is a factor here. Princess CC wouldn't want to get wet.

Well then.

I had a dream last night about a night that actually happened. I might have already blogged about it, but I wanted to type this up before the details fade away.

I was out at a pub, with BW plus AM, QC1 and their respective partners. An old flame of BW's was out as well. We were out to see the band I posted about over the weekend, at the bar where I met R2.

But the main memories of the night were that I spent most of the night dancing away with a friend of BW's ex-girlfriend. From memory, she was an attractive brunette woman with a great figure. In the dream, it was TV weather forecaster Lucy Verasamy.

Ultimately, just like real life, nothing came of it beyond a quick kiss and lots of knowing looks from AM and QC1. 

But now that I think back, my vague memory of the woman in question, I do get Lucy Verasamy vibes off of her. Is that the influence of the dream of did they have similar vibes from a physical perspective?

Weather with you.

Moving quickly on, I have another gig to attend tomorrow night, this time with KfW2 as my guest. Currently, the plan is to meet at CB Pub, have a few drinks then head to the gig. I'm calling her later to finalise the plans.

I've seen what's likely to be the setlist and I'm kinda disappointed, but I'm also still super excited. The weather's meant to be awful, too. I've been keeping an eye on the weather for a few days and despite it being changeable, it's stubbornly meant to be raining from mid-afternoon through to the end of the concert.

But still... an artist I've wanted to see for many years and some time out with KfW2? I can't wait. 

Ho hum.

Sadly, the gig tonight is sold out. I'm not sure how I feel about going to such a gig on my own, but I still would. I've been to much larger gigs by myself - music, comedy etc. so this wouldn't be out of the ordinary except for the size: a few hundred people, tops.

And Quiet Girl wasn't in touch either. So it looks like it's an evening on the sofa or gaming for me. 

Taps foot.

One of my favourite bands is playing tonight, in CB Pub. I tried to get M to go to it, but he's not in the city this weekend, sadly.

Additionally, Quiet Girl suggested she'd let me know where she was going this weekend. There's a music festival on with plenty of gigs across the city this weekend. We're both fans of the genre, so she said if she was heading to a gig, she'd let me know. I've not heard anything from here, though. Not yet, anyway.

If there are any tickets left, I might go to the gig by myself, you know. 

Oh la la!

It's the weekend. It's been a long week and so to celebrate, here are some old pictures of Gillian Jacobs and Alison Brie when they were in Community.

Schlurring.

For years, while it was never a competition, KfW2 always complained that I drank her under the table when we went out for our adult days out. That's true. My tolerance is much higher than KfW2's, especially when gin is the drink. But she always thought I was sober, too. I wasn't, of course, but seemingly I didn't give off that vibe and was able to chat without issue.

However,  the past two times I've spoken with KfW2 she's been quick to call out that I've been drunk. And correctly too. It might only have been five pints this afternoon, but seeing as I've not been in the pub and awful lot recently and I don't drink in the house on my own, my tolerance is really low.

"You're drunk."

"Am I?"

"Yes, I can hear it in your voice." She laughed.

I protested, but she was correct.  Not drunk, but definitely tipsy. Five beers on a mostly empty stomach will do that.

However, we did make tentative plans for Monday's gig. And that's a start. 

Urgh.

All too quickly, the drunk-but-cute girl mentioned in my last post has already changed her mind about attending the work social event. The numbers are dropping, but we should still get enough people to justify the day out.

Additionally, I got no sleep last night and I've been feeling really off all day long. It's not just lack of sleep but a low-key general nausea, too. I took a few hours off work, so hopefully I'll feel much better tomorrow. 

Another blast from the past.

I've spent the last few weeks trying to arrange a team building thing for work. It's not team building per the more obvious thought like trust falls and guff like that, but doing something, like ten pin bowling then dinner and, if time allows, drinks.

I did the same when I worked alongside Stalky Guy and KfW2. I might be an introvert. I might have social anxiety issues. But I am social.

Anyway, I've kept my distance in the new team (I say "new" but I've been here for years now), not wanting to step on anyone's toes in the existing social status.

This time, however, I stepped up because no-one else seemed to be making any efforts and it's been a slog. Getting agreement or suggestions from people is like pulling teeth. But I persevered and we were due to do something on Thursday.

And then it all got pulled out from under me, mainly because two bosses had a clash. Not something they HAD to attend, but something they wanted to attend. And because of that, the other five of us have our plans changed.

However, a side effect of our plans changing is that we've extended invitations to other people, people in teams who work alongside us. And the newsworthy reason of this whole post? The drunk-but-cute girl from this post is supposed to attend. I don't think I've ever spoken to her, so that'll be interesting.

Phew!

It's an even warmer day today than it was yesterday. I've managed to get out for a short-ish walk (about a mile and a half) and I am soaking with sweat. I need to get out into the garden after work, too, cos it's starting to look messy. 

Hurray!

I've just been for my follow-up appointment about the long-term foot injury I have been complaining about and it appears that it's fully healed.

I think the consultant was surprised. I think I was surprised, even though I knew that I am pretty much pain-free, but I was still expecting some residual pain... you know, like being 90% of the way there, but not completely.

So, I'm pretty chuffed. I also got some exercise in, too. A 3 mile walk, no less. With the weather being great, I should get in touch with Nerdy Girl and attempt our 6-mile route next week and really test out the foot.

Remember? (cont'd)

E replied at 3 AM my time. It was interesting because she instantly knew the name of the guy that I'd spotted yesterday and it was the name that I ultimately remembered. But humourously she couldn't remember the name of the guy she slept with. At least not immediately. Another message came through a bit later when she had apparently eventually remembered his name, too. Fun times.

Remember?

When KfW2 and I were out for an adult afternoon just over 18 months ago, I surprised her by recognising a woman that we (me and my friends including G and BR) hung around with. She was a uni pal of G's. We briefly chatted, she introduced me to her partner (a stunning blonde woman) and her kids and she went on her way.

I explained who she was and how I knew her. KfW2 was incredulous.

"You recognised her after all this time?"

"Yeah."

"How?"

"I dunno. I just have a good memory."

And I do. Or I did. As I've posted on this blog, there are things I've simply forgotten about or am misremembering some details. But on the whole, it's still not bad. And, you know, this blog helps, too, to keep things fresh or remind me of things.

So, in a similar vein, I walked past a guy at lunchtime. He was familiar. He looked like he knew me, and it only took a few seconds for me to place him. He was one of the senior guys at the temp job where I met E. That's 25 years ago. I wanted to chat to him, but could I remember his name? Nope.

I got back to the office and texted E. It was 1 AM where she lives, so she was most likely asleep. I asked her did she know the names of the guys in the office. She'll definitely know the name of one guy - she slept with him a few times. But it's the other guy I'm interested in.

She's not yet replied, but I don't think she needs to any more. His name's just popped into my head.

Talent spotting.

It's 15 years to the day where I sat very close to local celebrity/model Orlaith McAllister in a hotel. I think a group of us from work, including S, had nipped out to watch some footy. A World Cup match, maybe? Regardless, I sat within a few metres of her, but never saw her as I had my back to her, all while S had a good perv.

OM is not my type, not in looks, but I admit to a little crush on her. I have seen her in real life at other times and she is very pretty in the flesh, but still... an element of frustration involved.

Sigh.

I took yesterday off work as a last-minute thing. I explained that I wasn't feeling well, and that was the truth. I didn't sleep particularly well and ended up with, at best, two hours sleep. With plenty of time off in the bank, I decided that I wasn't in the frame of mind to battle my way through a full day's worth of work.

I managed to get some chores done around the house, which helped, but I still haven't reached out to the tradesmen I need to do some upgrades to the house. I'm being swamped with work and family stuff even though I can go online and submit a form. I don't even have to phone them. I'm still feeling a little overwhelmed with it all at the moment, so if I can get some of this family stuff done, that'll free me (mentally) to think about my house. 

Waist of time

In recent days, both V and CH have appeared on various social media sites. V has appeared at her local country club looking really good. CH appeared as a result of her work. The notable thing was that CH was wearing a waistcoat. I've mentioned before that I like waistcoats on women, usually as part of the three-piece suit, which is super hot on women, IMO. But still, waistcoats are hot. 

But getting back to the actual photo, while I had my crush on her, I don't think that photos ever did CH justice. Kinda reminds me of CAB that way, too. Attractive, yes, but not photogenic.

Something to look forward to.

I'm going to blame my lack of willpower about helping CC on USHW. That might be harsh, but we were swapping messages yesterday and I mentioned that I wanted to get out of the house more, not just for exercise and fresh air but to socialise as well. And CC just happened to be the first person to afford me that opportunity.

Saying that, she got wind of my upcoming gig that I'm taking KfW2 to and decided that she might like to go to it, too. Classic CC... just inviting herself along. I fucking hate that. I should reach out to KfW2, just to remind her about the gig. It's less than 3 weeks away.

But the more noteworthy point about my conversation with USHW was that we've agreed to meet and we have a tentative set of dates in mind towards the end of the summer. We still need to finalise the details, but we can do that over the next few weeks. It'd be great to see her again and at least maintain our "every ten years" timescale for meeting in person.

Food for thought

I was going to open this post with a few vague innuendos about beds and screwing and mention CC, but I can't be arsed. So, dear reader, let me explain that, unsurprisingly, CC messaged me again asking for a favour. And I didn't fob her off with an excuse this time. I decided I would actually do her the favour of building some furniture for her project house.

In return, she bought me dinner. Delicious tacos. Mmmm...

Oh, and in semi-interesting news, her project house is a house I've been in before... about 20 years ago when QC1 asked me to help her look for houses in my area.

Oh dear.

CC called me in work. I missed the call because I didn't see the notification pop up. She was very snotty in her IMs.

"Call me"

So I did. Barring passing each other at work a few weeks ago, we'd neither seen nor spoken to each other in months. And I wasn't exactly missing her.

She cut right to the chase. 

"Are you busy tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm heading to my sis's"

"Oh, I needed you to do me a favour and help build/move furniture".

I suspected she was going to suggest meeting for dinner, not ask me for a favour after not seeing me for months. That's CC for you. I guess I should be glad I'm not attracted to her, or else I'd be in trouble. As USHW always said: I'm a sucker for a pretty face. That's not to say that CC is unattractive. She ticks a lot of boxes for my physical type. I'm just not attracted to her.

And speaking of USHW, she appeared in a dream last night. She was my "+1" at a wedding out of town, but somewhere along the way she disappeared and then I was playing footy with some people from work. And then USHW was back and... well, that's about it. I don't remember too many other details. My sleep pattern is still fucked though. 

Motivation.

One of the guys in work was talking about a local company who do bathroom remodelling. That's one of the things I have on my to-do list. The sums of money he was talking were surprisingly more affordable than I had realised (though still not a small amount of money). I should get them out to give me a quote on the work I'd like done to my house, and see if they have any interesting alternative ideas.

Zzzz.

This sleep thing is still an issue. As reported before, getting to sleep isn't an issue, but waking at 530 AM and struggling to get back to sleep is an issue.

However, the new mattress does appear to be paying dividends. My back is noticeably less sore than before. I still need to be more active, and that's proving more difficult to motivate myself into. I'd like to both get out of the house more and get back into the yoga. I don't know if that would help the sleep issue, but it's something I should be doing regardless.

Cramping my style.

I've had really bad stomach cramps all day today. The really unfortunate part was today was an office day, so not only was I out of the house, but it was also a longer day. Back home now, still suffering, but at least at home and not expected to work.

Oh dear.

Is there anything more depressing than reading your feed on the front page of LinkedIn?

Well, of course there is, but the sight of thousands of people trying to pretend that the corporate clog actually means something is soul destroying. 

Urgh.

I'm really tired. I've been waking regularly around 5 AM for the past few weeks and struggling to get back to sleep. That's giving me roughly about 5 hours of sleep a night and it's catching up on me. There's other stuff going on and some that's requiring my attention and I'm feeling quite overwhelmed by it all. None of it is serious, but it's just inconvenient and sorta timely, so it needs done.

I need some time off. I have a week already booked at the start of next month, but I need something before then. And maybe not just time off, but maybe I need to do something fun/distracting with that time off? I'll need to ponder that. 

I also have the gig with KfW2 at the start of next month before my week off, which I am already looking forward to, but I need something sooner than that, too.