Make Up?

My weekend started with me aggravating my wrists’ carpal tunnel. I made numerous changes to my site. You probably don’t see them, but I do! I think I’ve learned more about coding and stuff this weekend than in the past couple of years! It all started when I tried to move something further down on the page and ended up deleting stuff and throwing everything off. If you checked here late Friday or early Saturday, you’ll know what I mean. I REALLY screwed it up. Numerous attempts to figure it out Friday night didn’t work, so I gave up for the evening.

Saturday morning, I leapt from my bed (tripping over my dog on the way - nice new bruise!), poured a cup of coffee (all over the counter! I hate that coffee pot!) and checked here, just in case it was a Blogger thing and my site had magically corrected itself. Well, it didn’t and I spent a few more hours correcting the problem! FINALLY, it worked! Then it was off to do something TOTALLY not me; I got a makeover. (wha?!! Yep, you read that right.)

Now, I'm not a “girlie” kinda grrl, and I'm not really into the big makeup deal. So, I was rather surprised by how easily my friend Cara talked me into going for a free makeover by the "Sex and the City" makeup artist. I figured, "What the heck! It's free!"

I expected to run out of there, swiping at my makeup mask with a bath towel snagged from the housewares department. I have to admit I was pleasantly surprised when the makeup artist actually listened when I said, “I don’t want a bunch of goop on my face. Just something natural looking, maybe a little drama for going out at night.” When I was done, the very cute, but very gay makeup director turned around and said, “Damn! She’s HOT!!” I took his advice and made plans to go out for the evening.

After shopping with my grrls, I donned a new outfit and my “Martini Dame” undies (complements of my buddies at the soon to appear Slaw Art) and headed out to wow the boys of Detroit. I met some nice people, but quite honestly, I’m getting rather bored with the boys here. Maybe it's me and not the guys here. Naaaa! No really, they were nice; I'm just bored. If I didn’t like my new job so much, I’d move back home to Philly or out to San Francisco! Is it appropriate to say here that I miss the boy? I wonder if it’s mutual. Should I call him or just give up completely? Any thoughts?