Ever have that awkward conversation? You see someone with whom you had a hot and heavy night after one too many tequila shots at a dive bar? You run into them buying tampons at the Rite Aid or picking up ice cream in your pajamas in Safeway with mascara crusted under your eyes? Yea, uh… neither have I.
I’m sorry I haven’t written or called, readers. I’ve been, busy. You know, work and stuff…
I got yelled at again last night for not blogging more often (or ever, as the more recent case may be.) I’m told a blog needs to be updated at least once a week and recently I’ve been clocking in at around once a month. That’s not very good.
So, I’m back! Yay! Rejoice one and all. *fanfare*
What’s been going on the last three weeks? Lets make a bullet list, shall we?
*Work started up again, which means, in short, the last two weeks came and went in the blink of an eye. Because of an overlapping summer season, I arrived a week and change late to work last year . After 18 hours of heavy driving with two wonderful friends, I was immediately chucked into rehearsals for Carmen. I blasted along on pure adrenaline during that time, so, naturally my brain has erased any and all memory. Even with all of that, the kick off to the season this year seems so. much. worse. than. last. year’s. Maybe I’m just getting old. Donor events, Sponsor meetings and bbqs, classes, photo shoots, and coachings, coachings, coachings on the first show of the season, La Traviata. Oh, yea… we sang the opening of Trav in concert at the park with the symphony. It looked something like this from our point of view:
I stole that from here. 
The most exciting part about this? The principles didn’t come until the night before, so I got to sing the title role for the rehearsals. WITH THE SYMPHONY. Totally badass. 
hehehehheeh.
*The roommate and I had squatters FOR A WEEK. The three boys in the program with me all showed up to town all homeless. Who moves to an new city without a place to stay is beyond me, but whatever. Anyway, she and I are total suckers and housed them on our pull out couch and air matteress for the last five days. Last night was the first night this week that she and I had the place to ourselves. It felt sort of… strange. My apartment still looks like prom weekend with all of the furniture in disarray and bedding all over the floor . I think I might make the gentlemen clean the whole thing, including my bathroom, which no one used.
*I put myself back in the dating pool. Too soon? Nah. I don’t think so. Judge me all you want. You only live once, damnit and I know you want all of the details. I realized when “the family” was out celebrating my old roommate’s 27th (eep!) birthday yesterday that I am the ONLY single one left. When did that happen? Why is everyone in my age bracket in pdx married? Don’t get me wrong. I have no interest in getting hitched before I’m at least 30, but still. It’s like not being invited to a party of someone you don’t really like and wouldn’t have gone to anyway.
I have been on one really great date with a guy that turned out to be a total and complete jackass (it’s worthy of and will receive it’s own post,) and I have a date with someone that so far is WAY more refined than the last. I’ll give you a complete update later.
That’s it for now. If you’re really in need of Greeky time, stalk me on twitter.
