NaNo Party, plus shopping.

[azurelunatic]

Went to Pat's parents' place for the party. (Pleasing!) Darkside sort of poked at me to go, as he was sooo zonked from his party last night. (One of these days I'm going to let him know that if he ever desires a companion to said parties, or is told off to bring a companion, that I would totally be up for that, should he be willing to drag me along.) It was amusing to hear him go from exhausted and grouchy at the beginning of the conversation to still tired but not half so grouchy by the end. He does that a lot. I don't think he realizes it.

The party involved a lot of geeking. I wound up in the corner with the geekboys who were geeking. I was listening and taking mental notes on a lot of it.

There was a very cute moment where the tiny little boy was standing having his bellybutton poked at by the even tinier little girl. Mothers got pictures. It was awesome.

Then I called Darkside again and confirmed that we were NOT up for Death Note. (Alas.) That led to me thinking I was going to Target, mis-reading the hours sign, going to the neighboring Fry's Grocery instead, then going up the street instead of directly home.

... it is NOT fun to see one of your least-favorite co-workers in your friendly neighborhood pr0n shop. NOT. NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT.

There was a text message exchange between amberfox and me:
Me: OMFG I just saw one of my least favorite phone goons at the porn shop.
Her: Ewww.
Me: No kidding.
Her: LOL
Me: Not sure whether to be embarrassed or amused. || Could be worse. Could have been [Darkside].
(The message I got after that, I got twice, and I think it was blank.)

Fortunately, the guy and I pretended not to see each other.

I love finding really cool things on sale. I hate it when the really cool things on sale don't ring up on sale. I hate it more when I don't discover this until home. I wound up going back, armed with the items and the receipt, to find that they'd noticed it about the same time I did. We all had a good laugh over that, complete with a bonus giggling session over my encountering a co-worker; one of the girls mentioned an encounter with a former high school teacher of hers.

In related news, I unexpectedly have some of my Christmas shopping done.

Comments

[amberfox.livejournal.com]

Bah. Sorry about that, I was having problems with the phone losing signal. The messages were supposed to be: "I suppose that would depend on what you were each buying" and "Aww. I think that would be cute. But I'm odd that way."

[azurelunatic]

I didn't see his purchases, if any; he certainly didn't see mine.

It would be cute, after a fashion. Unfortunately, it would be the him-turning-pink-and-wanting-to-disappear kind of fashion. And we'd recognize each other's cars in the parking lot. I know his tag number (I saw it and a geeeeeky mnemonic hit me, so now I'll never forget).

[cmwinters.livejournal.com]

Oh yuk.

I'm so glad I live on the opposite side of the county from EVERYONE I WORK WITH.

[azurelunatic]

Indeed.

Said co-worker is one of those "handsome" guys who make me want to run away, because they know they look good and aren't afraid of exploiting it.

[tygerr.livejournal.com]

I suspect that you actually have an advantage in the pr0n-shop incident.

See, *you* merely ran into a Phone Goon. An underling.

*He*, OTOH, ran into *Management*.

And in general, if he could be reasonably certain that you were there for Prurient Purposes, then vice-versa as well.

None of which makes it a nice comfy cozy experience for you, I realize, but I'll bet it was MUCH more discomfiting to him.

[azurelunatic]

*snerk* I will have to remember that.