Last night was a happy hour party for Impulse, a new publication from the C-P that launched back in June. So a bunch of us from work decided to go. If I had a Kim 3.0 Scrapbook** I’d put this down as my first time in a club/bar environment as a separated lady.
It was a lot of fun, and I hung with Sharon all night. We met a nice guy there and he told Sharon that he first thought I was about 18 years old.
I’ll let that soak in a minute. You’ve seen the pictures. I will be the first to admit I don’t look 34. I usually get pegged around 27-28, depending on what I wear and what the condition of my 29 pounds of hair. But 18? Whatever.
We all chatted for quite a while, he bought Sharon and me a beer, and before the night was out, he asked me if I wanted to go anywhere afterward. I politely declined, which sent me into a guilt tailspin. But I’m not really looking to hookup with a guy in a bar now.
But he thought I looked 18! Still boggles the mind.
Anyway, haven’t blogged in a bit because I’ve been spending lots of time working on the 2007 budget for work. That time again. I turned in version 1 on Friday. Last year I had 5 revisions to do.
But I fully plan on catching up with that this weekend, as I still have to chatter on about big-girl yoga (Loved it!), Dancing with the Stars (O Drew, I miss you!), Survivor: Race Bait Island (go team Whitey!), and House (Hugh Laurie, where have you been all my life?).
**Another entry in my Kim 3.0 scrapbook would be “First Bill I forgot to pay.” That dubious honor goes to Cingular for my cellphone bill. All caught up now…but D’oh!
jeez, i know i’m not you and you’re not me, but if i were you and were suddenly NOT married after lo these many years of BEING married…
there would be few guys left in new jersey that i HADN’T hooked up with in a bar.
There is nothing like pure, unadulterated snark.
Dr. Wilson: “That smugness of yours really is an attractive quality.”
Dr. House: “Thank you. It was either that or get my hair highlighted. Smugness is easier to maintain.”
Thanks for not mentioning that this guy that thought you were 18 told me I looked my age… and that is the only reason he approached me first. You were young vibrant and unobtainable while I was over the hill and possible. Nice guy! 😉