Oy vay

People should get prizes just for remaining normal.

Tomorrow night I'm taking my mom's old friend's son (whom I haven't seen in 10 years) out for dinner with Jess and his colleagues/friends. He works for Expedia (he used to work before for Microsoft so I assume he's doing computer stuff), is in town in Montreal for business so our mothers respectively banged our heads together and we're going to meet up. As my memories of him consist of his pimply teenagehood in Seattle it won't be pleasant. I hope his friends are hot. Considering his field, fat hope sigh...

Thanks for your encouragement Steph, it made me a little better over my slavework sigh...get our trip together rockettes!!! Anyways I'm skipping work tomorrow, I figure if I leave my desk messy no one will notice anyway.