Last night while Mike was playing basketball, I got together with two guys I went to high school with. It was a manly girl’s night for me. I had so much fun, just sitting, chatting, joking, eating. I’m terribly impressed that neither of them felt the need to check any basketball scores during the time period I was with them. Good times. I am always so amused slash embarrassed to talk with people that knew of me in high school but didn’t really know me, and vice-versa. I think the quote was, “I had no idea you were….cool.” Hilarious. I don’t know if I’m cool, but I’m working on it. It’s a life-long process, right? That cheerleader thing is hard to live down, but I think it’s still possible.
I met Mike at home so he could drop Hippo off with me before he went to his buddy’s to watch basketball. If you hadn’t gathered, I’m pretty sick of basketball. Seems maybe I should randomly pick a team and root for them; maybe if I were interested it wouldn’t be so annoying.
Tonight we’re having another couple over for dinner and drinks. Should be fun, and the dog will have someone to play with that’s not already irritated with his presence. Now, ‘tis time to go be a ‘mad scientist,’ as our office manager calls us.