So what does a relatively young single woman (Hey, I said relatively. After all, I'll always be younger than someone.) do on a rocking Saturday night in a happening city like Los Angeles? She eats store-bought roasted chicken and avocado slices, watches a crappy movie (Volcano - blech) on cable because it's one of the few channels that are working, and does her laundry.
It's my own darn fault though. I've been talking to this guy. Last time we talked was Tuesday. He wanted to meet and go for a walk. It was raining and I had already changed into my comfy robe and fuzzy feet thingies. So, I gave him a lame excuse that I was busy doing girl stuff. But, really what it comes down to is that I'm not all that good at doing last minute things. (Egads...maybe I'm not so young. I'm a fuddie-duddie!!!)
He didn't call on Wednesday but that's because I had already told him I had other plans. Thursday he called but I was so beat from being sick the week before and staying out late Wednesday night that I came home and crashed. I slept right through his phone call.
Friday comes and he doesn't call. But, of course not. He's waiting for me to return his call. I can't call him! It's Friday night. He's probably out or something and god-forbid if I called him while he was on a date, THAT would be awkward. So, I decided I would call him today at a good safe time. (Does anyone know what time that might be? I sure don't.) I woke this morning with all intentions of calling. But, I didn't want to call before ten or eleven because I was concerned that he might be a late sleeper. Not everyone wakes up at 6am like me on a fricken Saturday morning.
Then I started running around town taking care of errands. My last stop was the grocery store. So, I couldn't call him when I got home. I had to put the food away. Then I decided I needed to throw in a load of laundry before someone got in there ahead of me and took the one lone machine for all nine apartments in my building. (Double Errgg!!) By the time that was all said and done, it was 6pm. How could I call him then? What if he had a date tonight too? So, I resolved that I will call him around noonish tomorrow (Is that a safe time?) and maybe we can go for a hike. I need to get a hike or something in this weekend. So, I figure why not kill two birds with one stone. And, if he can handle me wheezing up the mountain, he'll be a keeper.
That's when I remembered a recipe I saw on Babyshark's journal for "Something Warm on a Cold Rainy Night" and got the brilliant idea to take a walk down the street to the liquor store and buy me a bottle of Goldschlager. (I couldn't remember the stuff she used.) I had already bought the cocoa earlier at the grocery store. I even looked for the Cinnamon Schnapps there, to no avail. So...to answer the question as to what I'm doing tonight...I'm hoping for a cold rain right about now. :-)
Note: The reason why no one, including family, hardly ever receives a phone call from me is for the very same merry-go-round reason I described above. I always talk myself out of calling them thinking now isn't a good time, so and so is probably busy doing such and such. I'll try later. And, guess what? Later rarely comes.