Friday, May 20, 2011
I hope my family doesn't read this
So before every event I do for work, I spend several days secretly worrying that something is going to blow things up. You know, alien and zombie invasions...or, worse, the port-a-potty people will forget to show up.
Coincidentally - or not - I've been having some really weird dreams. OK, really weird sex dreams, specifically. It's like my brain is playing tricks on me, because this happens when I get really stressed out.
I had one particularly graphic one about a college guy who works at his family's restaurant - and I had the dream the night before I had dinner plans there.
I told my friend on the drive over and she burst into giggles. We get there and - of course - he's our waiter. And he's super chatty. And he starts talking about a human sexuality class he's taking.
Seriously? God is up there laughing at me, I can tell.
At this point I want to slither under the table and just die (I couldn't even look him in the eye when I ordered food), and my friend is cracking up.
So as we drive away she says, "I wouldn't mind having a graphic dream about him!"
I tell the story to a mutual friend, and she says, "I wouldn't either!"
So now I can never go there again.
Or I can, but I'll have to wear a bag over my head and ask his mom to wait on us instead.
Anyhow, question - has anyone heard of the acronym F/U standing for anything but, well, FU?
I got an e-mail from one of our event volunteers today and it said, "F/U today, so everything's taken care of."
It took me a minute to realize she meant "followed up."
Then another volunteer wrote about donations and said, "I think I'm tapped out...unless I get some I don't expect."
Yep, it's all about sex. I hope my family doesn't read this.