Cyn and I went out on a date last night. And we were both perfect ladies.
Well, maybe not perfect......we're single gals on the loose, ya know.
She's in between paychecks right now, so I was her sugar dadd...uh.....mama. We had dinner with her parents (oddly enough, kind of like a date.....from high school) then walked down to Ballard to hear Jesse Dayton play at the Tractor Tavern. He puts on one great show. I knew him when I lived in Houston. One of my friends was friends with him and his band, so we went to a lot of their shows. I've seen him play here in Seattle a couple of times, but he never remembers me. And that's fine.
We hung out after the show and chatted with his drummer and some of the Tractor employees for a while. And I said hi to Jesse and mentioned our mutal friend and I think I may have rung a bell. After the Tractor kicked us out, we went down to the L&K and closed it down. Crazy gals we are.
We cabbed it back to Cyn's place, and kept the fun going for a bit longer, then finally crashed around 6am. I can't remember the last time I made it to 6am.
And after sleeping for a mere four hours, A~ called asking if he should start making breakfast. We were supposed to go to his place for brunch. I believe Cyn's exact words were "No. Bye." So we slept alittle longer.
Finally made it over to brunch around 11:30am, and was doing well until about 2pm. Then it was everything I could do to not fall asleep on the couch. So I came home and pretty much just snoozed on the couch all day. If there would have been football on, it would have been a perfect Sunday.
Tomorrow is brunch at Cyn's and then probably some more couch time. And I'm giving myself permission to be okay with that.