1) I attempt to wake up at 7am so that I can go to the gym for an 8am class and do a bit of erranding (is that even a word??) before work but as luck would have it, that darn boyfriend of mine (I think he is secretly trying to sabotage my fitness routine!) turned my alarm clock off. So after waking at approx 8am and sending Kevin off to work on the schoolbus, lunchbox and all (i kid) I decided that I still had time to squeeze in an outdoor run before heading into work. I hop into the lift, pick up other random workout dude and get to the ground floor. As we exit out the lift, random dude turns right and I head to the left to go out the back of our building. (I like to run by the docks that look like Amsterdam... if you've ever seen pics I've posted from the back of my building.) WELL. Remember Bob Vance aka Liam from a few blogs back??? So I see the back of him walking down the hall. He turns around as I'm walking that way and he looks straight at me and says "Can you help me. I'm lost. I live in Mission Bay." Dude is completely incoherent, front of his shirt is soaking wet and the back of his boxer shorts are ripped. (No, I do not kid.) He's then like "Can you help me, I think I got mugged." So I'm like umm, okay. (Heart is thumping bc I mean let's face it, this is totally weird!!) Luckily I see a janitor guy cleaning out the leasing office so I point to him and say "Sure this guy down here can help you find your way home." What the f was I supposed to do??? So I hauled ass outta there cause the whole thing was just entirely too weird for me! Seriously!?!?!
2) I'm working another event tonight for work. This one completely different from last night. The crowd, we'll say, was a little less elite to put it nicely. So the cash bar opens at 5pm and then the event begins at 5.30 with passed champagne (complimentary). Its an event hosted by a radio station which is a reception for people who won some sort of contest. Ingrid Michaelson played (She's so cute!) and then the drinking continued. Around 6.50pm, I glance at the table next to me where these 3 heinous cougars had been hanging out drinking (and by drinking, I mean chugging) the comp champers and 1 of the heffers had puked all over the table. (Again, I do not kid.)
It was a very random day.
On the plus side... it was SO cold on the way home, that I had to stop at Whole Foods and get a hot chocolate to continue on my long (30 min max) journey home. :-) I have a love/hate relationship with HC. It's one of the few things I truly enjoy about cold weather but it's ridiculous how many calories those little bastards contain! Ah well, you only live once and I'm living la vida loca with my hot choc-o-lat!
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