A week ago my office moved into a new location. A fabulous space, with a cool new Spanish restaurant/bar on the ground floor. It's bright and airy and oh so friendly. I can imagine many happy hours there, in fact.
So I had, over the course of the evening, three beers with colleagues. And my boss. And his boss. They were asking me about my personal life, and so I gave them a brief synopsis. And then it occurred to me that I should call this guy to see if he wanted to join us.
I got his voice mail and he returned my call once I was already home. And I was flat out hammered. Seriously.
When I drink my personality often doesn't change - it just gets more so. More chatty. More giggly. More non-sequitur-y. More jump up and down yay! fun! yippee!
Doesn't just reading this make you a little tired?
So I answered "Hi! We moved into a new office and I had three beers although they have very yummy wine as well I tasted some and how are you and how was your day and what are you doing now and did I tell you that the bar of this place is cool and I left you a message and wow, I think I had too much to drink! And oh, it's Lisa, by the way."
Which he knew. Because he'd called me.
He said he was working and I suggested he come over. Because his work? At home? Had nothing to do with me. And I wanted to play! And yay! Monday! Come over!
And so he did. How he had the patience for me in such a ridiculous state, I have no idea.
After I gave him a tour of my fridge and plied him with beer and tried on my fun new platform shoes that I'd gotten the day before (Look look look! Now I'm tall enough to almost look you in the eye without standing on my tip tip toes!) and turned down the AC from 78 (my perfect temperature) to 74 (requiring me to put on a fleece), we sat down on the couch.
He sipped beer and I chugged Gatorade. Because I may be ridiculous and lack moderation and judgement, but hydration is pretty high on my priority list.
We were talking music and scrolling through my iPod, figuring out what to listen to. I handed him my laptop so he could look through my iTunes library.
We started talking about the 80's - I have a lot of 80's music - and my best friend Kristin from high school, which led to Frankie Goes to Hollywood, which I used to listen to with her all the time. The only thing I wish I still had from that era is my neon green Relax tank top. Alas. Oh, and photos from when I had that Cyndi Lauper criss-cross shaved into the side of my head. Don't think I'm kidding.
But anyway, something we were talking led him to jokingly say, "I'll protect you..." which reminded me that Frankie had a great song called The Power of Love. He absolutely had to hear it. I had to download The Power of Love. Had to.
Which begins with the spoken lines, "I'll protect you from the hooded claw. Keep the vampires from your door. . ."
A song I'd probably not heard since the end of the 80's. But such a very profound song. Don't you think? Heh. I have drunk downloaded many such gems, in fact.
To his credit, he only teased me a little. And did no apparent eye rolling.
It's probably good, though. It prepared him for how thrilled I was to find my seemingly lost Cyndi Lauper CD in my glove box a couple days later. As well as the little yellow HIGH COLONIC? sticky note.
Because girls? Girls just wanna have fun.