I volunteered to be demo'd on at my friend's massage school tonight. She wanted to show her students how to do therapeutic massage on someone suffering with a migraine. I have had many massages before, but this one was quite unique...I had (count'em) 6 people working on me at the same time. It was almost sensory overload and frankly, my mind hit the gutter. I decided that I could never be part of an orgy because my mind would not be able to handle more than one person. I was slightly freaking out with getting a massage over most of my body at the same time.

I took myself off to the Irish pub, Annie Moore's, afterward to celebrate my migraine departing. It was Redhead Tuesday so I was able to get my Irish Coffee with a hit of Kahlua for 1/2 price because of my lovely red streak. At last, this girl is getting what she wants and I think it has to do with this sassy red streak in my otherwise blonde hair.

Did I mention that I attended the annual Christmas luncheon at my big client's today? Several of my "posse" as my friend Metro calls them, were fighting over who got to sit next to me. It was amusing for all of a second or two. I got bored and walked off to talk to Cabana Boy and that caused quite the stir with my posse. Metro sat on the sidelines smirking (something he does very well) at the drama unfolding before him. I just breezily dismiss my posse, but they keep coming back for more kicks to the curb. My response to the married member of my posse when he asked me out last week was, "Let's call your wife and get her permission". That seemed to end that conversation...for the time being.

Cabana Boy and I are going out tomorrow night...should be at the very least, a fun-filled evening. CB knows how to make me laugh and I might get a chance to beat him at pool again.

Labels: Cabana Boy, On a Red Streak