First of all�ya�ll know how a few months ago I pledged to lose 14 lbs (the same 14 I gained last year)? Well�I only have three more to go! Yay for me! This is kind of startling, considering how much crap I�ve been eating since July 4. I guess when I�m good, I�m really good.

I spent yesterday with my family, which was a great time. Alissa even came down from San Francisco and it was really great to see her. We all had a lot of fun, sitting around and gabbing. My family is really the most fab.

Oh I also found out that I don�t have to bitch out Mark (yet); he made his car payment on Friday. I�m sure it�s only a matter of time before I do have to bitch him out, but at least that little conversation has been postponed for now.

Friday night I met Barbara, Arnett and Cathy at Lucille�s for dinner. I arrived an hour early. Since I had to drive from Carson to Brea on a Friday night during rush hour, I made sure I left work before 5:00. I thought it would probably take me almost two hours to get out there. Well, it didn�t. I arrived at 6:00pm and the rest of the gang wasn�t set to be there until 7:00. The good thing was that I was there to put our names in for a table in plenty of time (there was about half an hour wait). The bad news was that I was by myself and didn�t even want to have more than one drink because of course I hadn�t eaten anything more substantial than fruit and yogurt all day.

Anyway, they finally arrived and we had a great dinner. This Lucilles was far noisier than the one by my house, though. They had a live band which started at 7:00 and while they were really good musicians, they were far too loud to be playing in a restaurant. We could barely carry on a conversation when they were playing.

Afterward, Cathy went home, but Barbara, Arnett and I went to a dive bar in like Fountain Valley or some godforsaken place to see Lou�s band play. We met Sondra there. We had fun, but I was really tired, having only had three hours of sleep the previous night. I tried to sing a song with the band, but couldn�t hear myself at all so it kind of sucked. The place was a crackup � lots of very strange people to amuse us. The cool thing about having a huge dinner beforehand was that I didn�t get tipsy in the slightest (well, I guess that�s not cool by �drunky but funky� standards, but seeing as I had to drive home it was a good thing). I left at about 11:30, just really tired. Maybe a little funky, since I had just been dancing in a bar where the room temperature felt to be about ten thousand degrees, but not at all drunky.

One of the guys in this band is Dave, an old friend of Lou�s. He flirts with me all the time. I don�t pay too much attention, because he�s married. I mean, it doesn�t offend me or anything (nothing wrong with flirting), but he is married, so I don�t give it too much mind. However, after I left I guess he told Sondra, �I got it bad for your sister.�

So silly. His wife is very attractive and, I mean I don�t really know her, but she seems very nice.

All of Lou�s married friends �get it bad� for me. In fact, a lot of married men in general seem to find me very attractive. What the�? Where are all the single men who find me attractive?

In a way, I find the married-man thing kind of insulting. I end up feeling like men don�t actually want a real relationship with me � they just think I�d be fun for a fling, whether they happen to be married or not. If you knew the number of married men who have made passes at me, you�d understand this train of thought. Even Thursday night, this married man (Michael) was sitting and talking to me for like an hour before he went home. I feel somewhat certain that had I showed any inclination of being attracted to him, he would have jumped at the opportunity to�well, jump on me.

I don�t think Dave would ever do anything like make a pass, though. He seems like too nice a person and were he going to make a pass, he�s had ten years� worth of occasional opportunities to do so and never has.

In better man-news, I have a date tonight with Enoch (correct spelling to be determined at a later date), the guy I met on Thursday night (after Married-Michael left me alone). I was convinced he wasn�t going to call me because I actually wanted him to call me. Since it�s been a while since I�ve been as excited about a guy as I am him�well, you know how that works in my Murphy�s-Law life. Plus, I�m such a dork that I only gave him my business card (I rarely give out my home number, especially to a guy I just met). Therefore, when he didn�t call Friday�well, you know. Anyway, he called this morning.

Hee. :)

What else, what else? Saturday was not really a fun day, but I did discover a really good place to get chicken.

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