We had a girls’ night out a couple of weeks ago and I got all dolled up — which for me is putting on a nice pair of slacks and an appropriately cute tank top and the most uncomfortable pair of shoes I own — I mean like I want to gouge someone’s eyes out after I’ve spent an hour in them and why didn’t I learn from the last time I wore them?! uncomfortable. At the end of the night, I wasn’t drunk, but apparently was stupid enough to try to climb on top of a fire hydrant in front of the Rite Spot in the Mission — per Ed or Ineke’s request, of course. That fire hydrant was about half my height.
In front of the Rite Spot in the Mission (photo by Ineke)
Don’t laugh at me, but in a week and a half we’re going to Vegas and having another girls’ night out to see…Justin Timberlake. You’d think I’d rather die than make that admission, but I’m doing it for the girls. I only know that Sexy Back song by him, but apparently women all over the world love that scrawny little playboy so what the hell.
So work provides these bicycles to ride around to the various campuses. They’re called Gbikes (because everything good starts with a G, baby). I rode over to take a break with a couple of friends yesterday and as I’m leaving one of them says, You’re a girl. In a skirt. On a bike. I love you! I rode away smiling and thinking ah, if only all men were so easy to please, then realized…oh, actually, I think they are. All the men I know are amazing and that easy to please. I’m the one that’s the difficult bitch :)