FAMILIAR TERRITORY

February 15, 2010
LIBRA HOROSCOPE (from astrology.com): Try to stick with what you know today. Though you may love the allure of the new, you should save it for a time when your reserves of personal energy are considerably higher. That shouldn't be long!

Laura’s Log:
Who knew that V-Day would lead to a date?! As Tamara and I waited for a table yesterday at Long’s Noodle House, a coworker of hers from the ad agency was waiting with a buddy. I was relieved that there was someone else Tamara knew since she was verging on getting weepy anew. She snapped out of it with Derrick present. We chatted at length about the Olympics—what else?—during our 30-minute wait and Derrick seemed to take an interest in me. His bud, Ron or Rob, seemed ruled by his stomach as he drifted away from the conversation to study (memorize?) the menu. Derrick was about to offer us his table and wait a little longer, but Ron/Rob’s eyes bulged and his hand turned to talon as it clenched Derrick’s shoulder. Yes, we’d wait longer, but Derrick asked for my phone number. He called later in the evening and we’re going out tomorrow. I like a guy who doesn’t wait around for days, trying to play it cool.

Tamara acted pleased, but then confided that Derrick can be an ass at work. Thinks his ideas are superior, doesn’t listen to others and, when he does, mocks their ideas. I didn’t see that side of him and, since I don’t have to work with him, I don’t see a problem.

Going with Tamara to Nadia’s tonight. It’s been ages since the three of us had a Girls’ Night. Nadia is making a low fat tiramisu—Is that something you really want to skimp on?—I’m bringing the Bailey’s and Tamara promises to bring a happy face (as long as no one mentions Edmonton). We’ll channel surf between pairs figure skating and our old steady, “The Bachelor”.

Joblessness notwithstanding, things are starting to look normal, even bright, again!

KEN’S JOURNAL (via BlackBerry):
OH, YEAH! GO CANADA! NOTHING LIKE A GOLD MEDAL TO SHAKE THE V-DAY BLUES. COURSE, IT’S NOT MY MEDAL—LAST TIME I DID A MOGUL RUN I ALMOST COUGHED UP MY HEALTHY CINNAMON BUN BREKKIE—BUT WHATEVER.

SPEAKING OF COUGHING UP, DON’T KNOW WHAT THE CANUCKS WERE DOING IN MINNESOTA. NO EDGE. TOO CONTENT ON A 50/50 ROAD TRIP. AND WHERE WAS LUONGO? THINK HIS HEAD WAS ALREADY IN THE OLYMPICS. LET’S HOPE HE REMEMBERS HOW TO STOP A PUCK WHEN HE JOINS TEAM CANADA.

THE BOSS IS GIVING US THE OPTION OF WORKING FROM HOME DURING THE OLYMPICS, BUT I CAN WALK TO WORK. WILL BE NICE TO HAVE FEWER PEOPLE IN. ESPECIALLY NICE WITH MARJORIE NOT YAMMERING AWAY ABOUT THE LATEST “EXTREME MAKEOVER” HOUSE, THE BEST PLACE TO BUY PIPE CLEANERS & OTHER INANE TOPICS. TOO MUCH TO DO ON THE BURNABY PROJECT. I CAN FOCUS BETTER IN THE OFFICE.

COFFEE DATE AFTER WORK TOMORROW W/ANOTHER WOMAN FROM PLENTYOFFISH. COULDN’T MANAGE TO GET UP & JOG TODAY. WILL FEAST ON CARROT STICKS & BANANAS TODAY. YEAH, I’M SUCH A GIRL. WILL TRY THE EXERCISE BIKE IN THE FITNESS ROOM TONITE & HIT THE JOGGING TRAIL AGAIN TOMORROW. SARA SAYS IT’S GOOD THAT I’M STARTING TO CARE ABOUT WHAT I LOOK LIKE AGAIN. GAWD, WHAT DID SHE THINK ABOUT ME THE PAST 4 MONTHS? WHAT DID OTHERS THINK? WHERE WAS RICHARD SIMMONS TO BITCH-SLAP ME?