let's see... my couch and i spent a lovely valentine's evening together. i went food shopping and ran into a friend and former editor for abc that i used to design for... cathy called me with the possibility of fantastic news (everyone just start whipping up some good thoughts, prayers, vibes, sacrifical goats and send them in the direction of her - i know you don't know her, but she lurks on here anonymously as much as i tell her "comment for the love of gawd!")
oh... and at 4:48pm this afternoon, i get a phone call at work...
it's a guy's voice...
not the O'Boy™. it's -- hmmmmm --- what should i call him? F4 (Freaky Fireman Family Friend)... he calls me out of the blue every so often... the last i saw him was when he showed up at one of my gigs in the spring of 2001... he lives in JC, but i never hang with him.
he and his brothers (and mom and dad) used to come down the shore every summer when i was growing up - my mom is friends with his mom...
blah blah blah...
he asked me to be his date for his brother's wedding on march 21st and also to go to the rehearsal dinner with him
mind you, i have been avoiding his calls at home and not returning them... he's a nice guy, but not my type.
how he got my work number i have no idea.
so getting back to the story - he asks me to the wedding...
what did i say? not "no". not "are you kidding me?" not "um... i guess so". not "eh... sure"
but... what i hear escaping my lips is...
"i'd LOVE to!"
what. the. eff?
so, i am going to the wedding, and i am sure i will have a good time... it's just that it was weird. that's all.
that's my valentine's day... it ends with me being invited to a wedding... by the F4
