Meeting the Friends

Sixty just called and he's running late, so I thought I would jot down a quick post.

• Drama at work. I don't want to go into details, but I seriously need to think about getting a new job. Some seriously horrible crap went down this week, and I think that it was just one more sign that I need to kick my job hunt into full gear.
• Meaningful conversation with Sixty. He and I had a difficult conversation last night about how it is becoming increasingly hard to stop ourselves everytime we make out. I had to tell him I was - brace yourselves - a virgin, and that I'm saving myself for marriage. I was worried that would scare him off. It didn't - biiiiig sigh - and he added that he doesn't want to ruin what we've got just because we're in the heat of the momment. He's so polite and respectful.
• Thursday night with the girls. We went to a big schmooze fest called the Governor's Cup, and rubbed elbows with the First Lady herself. It was super - $75 tickets - but we got in for free. Dinner was divine: steak, shrimp, potatoes, aaaaaand an open bar. Doesn't get any better than that, my friends.
• Speaking of friends. Sixty is meeting my friends tonight at Spring Sing. I couldn't be more pumped. Hopefully they like him. I'm sure they will. He could talk to a brick wall.

Perfect timing. There he is at the door right now. Have a super weekend, everyone. Updates about the friend fest on Monday.