Around lunchtime today, I got a text message from Miss All That. (She now needs a better pseudonym, so I think I'll call her Kate.) Her text message said, "The salt of life is best enjoyed with a margarita." Cute. So I replied, "Sounds good! When should I pick you up?"
This message came in during the lunch break of my 5-hour meeting, today. After the meeting ended and I went back to my desk, I was a bit surprised to see that my coworkers had arranged for a Monday night excursion to Emma's Taco House, for the purpose of having, yes, margaritas. (They have damn good ones.)
So, naturally, I text Kate and say, "Holy coincidence, Batman..." and proceed to tell her about Margarita Monday.
This evening was the monthly gathering of the local poly group at The Blue Cue. I showed up there; my friends A&E show up. The place is packed, as there's an office party going on. No pool tables are available, so we just sit there and have drinks. They have margaritas. I have a Captain & Coke. Not long thereafter, I get a text from Kate. "There are no coincidences. Synchronicity." A minute later, she calls. She's on her way home from her martial arts class. She asks me what I'm doing. I tell her I'm at a bar with some friends. She says, "More synchronicity! I was calling to see if you wanted to get together for a margarita!" So she invited herself to join us.
I quickly briefed my friends that Kate knew nothing about my polydom. Or at least, if she did, she never mentioned it. (I have bits about it on my MySpace, and she's on my friends list, so maybe she does.) Naturally, before Kate shows up, a newbie to the group arrives. After quick intros, we have to tell her not to bring it up once Kate arrives. This isn't a big deal, really, as we rarely even talk about poly at the meetings. They're just social gatherings to hang out and chat.
And that's what we did. Kate arrived a few minutes later, and the five of us had a really nice evening of talking, despite how noisy and crowded the place was. She did, at one point, ask how the newbie had discovered the rest of us (since we'd explained that we'd just met her this evening). To her credit, after a slight hesitation, she said it was an online singles bulletin board. Not exactly accurate, but still...
Another coincidence... Kate was once engaged to one of the creators of City of Heroes, my online addiction. Very weird.
After we left, and I was walking Kate to her car, she asked how I knew A&E. I said it was through this group, but told her I'd explain it later, as it was a bit complicated.
Yeah. That'll be a fun conversation.
Oh, Kate also doesn't have a TV. And she turned green with envy when I mentioned my recent purchase of a DLP projector. I think she'll be coming over for movies a lot.
In other news... I begin physical therapy on Friday for my wounded wing. I really hope that helps, as I've begun to lose sleep again from movements made during the night. Waking up due to shooting pains isn't my preferred method of rousing.
I attended an overview of depression last night, as part of my therapy. Didn't learn anything new, and am not happy about what I see as some inaccuracies (or outright bullshit) the doctor shared. Meaning: dissing St. John's Wort and saying anti-depressants can't hurt you. What an ass.
Saturday is D&D... first time in way too long. It's the wrap-up of our storyline before we begin another, perhaps with new players joining.
The next two Tuesdays, I'm taking drawing classes through The Learning Exchange. Should be fun.
And later in the month, we've got a poker game scheduled, the second half of my bartending college, a potluck at Kate's, a Shannon Curtis show, and our next beer brewing experiment! Woo hoo!
romance
Done deal.
