First Real "Date"
So I have plans to go out with K tonight. And for some reason, despite the fact that we've gone out and hung out a handful of times, she's considering tonight our first real date. Whatever that means. I'm not so sure. Maybe someone can tell me. Regardless, I'm looking forward to it. I guess maybe its the first real date because this'll be the first time I go, pick her up, take her somewhere and drop her back off at home in that traditional date sense. I really don't know. I just know that I want to get out of work already and the last hour and a half can't pass soon enough. Waiting sucks sometimes.
Anyway, I need to get out of here, go home and get ready and then head out to get her. Thankfully tomorrow I have to go out to our Hamptons offices, which basically will equate to working for about an hour or two, tops. I'll honestly probably spend more time driving there and back than I will working. Which isn't so bad, I guess.
I'm not sure what my plans are, if there are any, for tomorrow night. Saturday I'm heading to Long Beach most likely to hang out with Seth before we head to Jones Beach, which is like 10 minutes away, to go see Velvet Revolver in concert. That I'm looking forward to and hopefully the weather will hold up, because seeing a concert at an outdoor arena in the rain is never a fun thing.
On Sunday K is coming over for the "Meet the Family" dinner and that should be really interesting. I'm sure it'll go fine though. Everyone thinks their family is a bunch of freaks when they're really just normal. But then again, my family can be kind of odd. My older brother Randy can be anti-social at times, but seems to turn on the charm around women that he can't or won't ever have, which is odd. My younger brother Mark seems to have been born without the gene that controls simple things like tact. He's always saying the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times and thinks there's nothing wrong with what he says. He's always been like that, and it can be embrarassing. My parents are normal, I guess. Who knows.
Alright, enough babbling out of me. Just one hour and 17 minutes to kill. Wish me luck!