M.I.A.

Well, as the title of this post states, I am very aware that I have been MIA the past two weeks or so... I am now to give a summary (though summary implies brief, and I'm not sure that mine will be) of the past two weeks or so.

Work had taken over my life. I was back to 5 days a week plus overtime getting ready for this meeting. And I have to say that I think it was worth it. The meeting ran seamlessly. At least, for the members and our bosses, and that's what matters. I was working with three ladies that usually go to this meeting with me and one that is new this year. The three were fantastic. We got along swimmingly (yeah, that's right) and really looked after eachother - helping when needed, picking up where another might have been slacking, it was great. The other lady was rude, unhelpful and snooty. I wish that she were not working on this meeting, but don't have a choice. And I know its not just me, because the other ladies were mentioning it to me as well. I think I got picked as the one to bring it up to my boss though. So we'll see how that goes. Its a fine line between discussing an issue that needs to be resolved and a personality conflict that some whiney baby goes crying to her boss about. Wish me luck!

While at the meeting, Mr. Fabulous sent me 5 chocolate covered strawberries and a card saying that he wished he could have been there with me and to get home safely. SO CUTE

I got home around 1:30 or so in the morning on Saturday after flight cancellations, delays, I got erased from the flight I was supposed to be on... It was ridiculous. And a bit nerve wracking because I had to be back for a wedding on Saturday! But it all worked out in the end. whew. So Mr. Fab came over on Friday night/Saturday morning and we talked into the wee hours. I had a rehearsal at 10:45, so he snuck out the back door and I rehearsed. Then I ran over to a friends' to try on dresses, ran to the store to finish the wedding present, couldn't find an outlet that worked in my damn apartment for the curing iron and eventually made it to the red line without the gift. Oops.

As I get to the Washington Red line stop, about to go up the stairs... I realize that its POURING!! It lightens up a bit and I run into H&M and ask for a bag, which of course they can't give me, so I buy an $8 umbrella and when they ask if I need a bag with that, I say yes. Just because. They knew I didn't need one, but...

Wade through the puddles and make it to the church where I am ushering. I look for the bride and when I find her, she is gorgeous. She looks so happy and stunning. The service was wonderful. The pastor did a homily about improv and the 'yes and...' rules, making eachother look good, compromising and working towards a common goal. It was a perfect start to their marriage. He really made it personal for them and since have the audience was full of improvisors, it was really a big hit. Then we had some down time, so we went to Dave and Busters and back over to the reception. The reception was fantastic as well... Very nicely put together, but not stuffy or pretentious. Some nice family traditions were thrown in with a mix of funny stuff and yummy food. They served tapas and Sangria, which was delicious and I thought it might not have been enough food, but we were all well fed.

4 of us had been learning a dance, choreographed to this video.

It was a blast and although the d.j. was talking over the beginning so we were a little off at first, we really pulled it off and i think the bride and groom were happy we had taken the time to rehearse it for them.

Saturday night after the reception we all went to a friend's house and Mr. Ex and I had a talk. Basically, he says he made a terrible mistake, he's more miserable without me than he ever was with me, he thinks about it all the time, and without saying it exactly, he wants to get back together. It was a little overwhelming, and I didn't know what to say because I was tired and he was D-RUNK. So I just told him I wasn't dismissing it or anything, but that I didn't want to talk about things that night - weddings fuck with your head and pitchers of Sangria don't help that much either.

Stayed in Sunday until the afternoon - drove Mr. Fab to his rehearsal and came back home to puppy-proof my apartment and shower. Then we headed out to the suburbs to have dinner with my parents and grandparents. It couldn't have gone better. Mr. Fab was charming and helpful, entertaining and sincere. Gramma said, oh I like him. Later she said: he's fun. And ended the night with: He's much better than that other NERD. Hilarious. Went to see Corpse Bride and then headed back to the city.

I think at some point, Mr. Fab told me that he loved me last night, but unlike normally, I just let it go. I really don't think I could have handled that. I will have to ask him about it though - because I'm not good about letting those things go too long.

Why are my weekends turning into soap operas? So much drama in such little time...

Wow. That was just this weekend. Maybe I'll post about last weekend later.

I sure do miss you guys. Would love to have told you all about this over Miller Lite in one of our livingrooms...