A tale of two cancellations and an apology (Part I)

First things first, I need to send a big hug and apology to the couple from Chicago. I missed them this weekend, and I am truly sorry for that. I send them an email on Friday, but dumb ass I am they were arriving on that day. I know their stay in this city was not as fabulous as one would expect, and that they had to go back. They did get to see some people and I hope that at least that was nice. In my defense I am having the busiest time I have ever had at any job I my career. This is good and bad, all at the same time, because it leaves me no time to

Ok, that is off my chest then the next part of our tale. Saturday after a good swim practice, I went to brunch with the swimmers, and to my surprise and every one else’s Flawless came both swimming and to breakfast. I have to say that just looking at the man, made my morning. So at least the weekend started on the right foot. That streak was not to continue. After brunch I went home and cleaned, cleaned and cleaned. I had clothes all over the place and because I knew that there was a chance I might have company some time later on the weekend I would not have my apartment a mess. Things were put away, laundry was done and I even did the kitchen and some dishes. When I was done with this, I got a call from the Diplomat who was sick, sick, sick and he cancelled our dinner plans. I was bummed, but I understood. I was on my way to the gym and the fates knowing what was in store, had the Cook – an ex of mine, that cooks terrifically and loves entertaining – send me a text inviting for dinner. So there like Maria in the Sound of Music I could say that when a door closes and window opens. I got to the gym and did weights and cardio – cuz I hate my body, but also because I had not done chisel during the week and figured some weights are not going to kill me. I finished my workout, stretched and went home to get dressed and ready. Dinner was perfect; I was the substitute boyfriend for the Cook, since the real thing was sick. It was awkward, but we were only 4 people and of course I did a Mrs. Henderson and proceed to monopolize people’s attention and be witty and flirty and very entertaining. The food was terrific; I had worked out enough that I had 3 slices of yogurt cake – they were very small my dear Scientist – and a couple of drinks. The cook made a killer Rose Kennedy’s, just for me. The guests and the host were supposed to go to “Blowoff” after dinner, I had none such intentions, and proceeded to keep them entertained until 11:30 when they were also tired and went home. This is where I could write some fiction and say how I had sex with the ex, but no. I did not. It was not offered and I was tired and sore. I left the cook’s at midnight and went home like your everyday gay Cinderella.

Sunday morning came and I woke up at 7:30, going to bed early was he culprit and I started preparing for the day. I folded some clothes I had left on the dryer and checked the movie times for later. Why? A date had been arranged for the afternoon.

To be continued …

Oh and a nice surprise, I got an adaptor to move my pictures from my camera to the laptop and you will start seeing some new pictures in here.

Cleaning before the cleaning lady

I am a Latin princess, yes this will not come as a shock to any of you my dear readers, but sometimes this Latin princess has to clean and organize and those are the times he feels happier and content. Last night, I got home from a meeting at 5 ish and cleaned and cleaned, why? because the cleaning lady is coming today. It sounds moronic to clean before the cleaning lady I know, but because she only comes once every 3 weeks she doesn’t have time to sort things and put things away. Back home cleaning ladies have more time and hence they put stuff away and they do a bit more than here for a lot less, let me tell y’all. Regardless I organized, I did some laundry because Edith poor thing can not do all my laundry especially after 4 weeks or so, and I even cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes. I am such a good housekeeper some times I even impressed myself. After 2 hours of organizin’ the house looked good enough not to have a cleaning lady come, but then I noticed the floors and I thought, good thing Edith is coming.

But seriously, I could clean my apartment, I could. But who wants to spend 2 hours cleaning when one can have someone else do it? I sure do not. I do feel guilty, because there are a lot of other things I could be doing with the money. Lots of things can be bought such as therapy, a new wardrobe, kitchen appliances, books, yarn and all those wonderful things. Rest assured that today when I walk home at 9:30 pm or so, after a long day at work, then a workout and a b’day celebration I will walk in to a clean house and a made bed with clean sheets and I will think it is worth all the yarn and books I can not buy.