The interview went well the other day (I wore the red) so I had a second interview Friday – where I wore the blue. I met three of the Vice-Presidents who work there and one of them is gorgeous and young – making the interview slightly awkward for me. I had to try to explain what exactly a Unicef Global Parent does – which is give money. I made up some charity event crap so it didn’t sound like I just stuck it on my resume for no reason. Apparently giving money is not volunteering.
Well Hiker was pretty drunk by the time we got to the bar and nearly fell over several times. Blondie was getting more and more upset that the guy she’s been seeing (but assured us she doesn’t “like”) hadn’t called her yet, Curly was playing catch-up since she doesn’t really drink but will do shooters, and I was just drinking and dancing away.
At the second place we went Hiker decided she was too drunk and had to go. She went to the bathroom with her roommate and promptly got kicked out of the bar. I’m not really sure what happened there, all I know is she was there then she was gone.
I got a phone call from Blondie saying they were outside so out I go – to find no one. Sitting on a bench outside I finally see Blondie and Curly holding each other up walking towards me. We decide Thai Tai Vietnamese subs are the way to go after a full night of drinking.
Standing in line, Curly mentions she likes the plant so I decide to hide it under my shawl. Ya, nice one Alice.
I hear my name so I turn to see ex-Pseudo‘s two best friends. Well, goody for me. Then one of them says not to worry and give it a few months Pseudo will be back with me and he’s not really in love with this new girl. Right, like I care. No really I don’t.
Except then I went back to Blondie’s (after she hailed us a ride with a bunch of Russians. We gave them fake numbers (I swear 613 is a Calgary number – yup!) and went inside to eat our subs. By this time Blondie was livid at the dude she’s seeing, for not calling so she called him and they ended up getting in a huge fight.
Meanwhile Pseudo’s friend sends me a text saying: “Looking good buddy” so I of course decide it’s a great idea to email Pseudo (at 3 in the morning, drunk). Thank gawd I was too lazy to remember his real email address and thank gawd I took him off my friends list on Facebook because I tried to send the following message about thirty times before realizing that it just wasn’t going to work and I should stop trying:
I know I screwed up, but I will always love you
Note to self: Maybe next time, don’t watch a LOVE movie and then get hammered and also try to avoid ex-Pseudo’s friends at all costs.
Holy hell what a month I’m having.