Here Come the Holidays!

Oh joy. This is, literally, every retail worker's nightmare. Christmas, Hannukah, and whatever else people celebrate. It is one big pain in the ass.

Speaking of which, the men in my life are, as always, keeping me at bay. Went out with the taxman from New Orleans last night at Tao. The man was a dissappointment and half. He was cute, well dressed, liked good wine and shoes, BUT shaves his legs and keeps his mother's ashes on display in his apartment. YES. He was easily the wierdest man I've ever gone out with. (and THAT is a pretty hard line to cross...) He had a terriblely loud Southern accent and did not understand any of the faux pas of the North and yelled out terms like HOMOSEXUALS and WHITES (without saying anything derogatory about either group, but the volume and the accent were just so awful) so that everyone around us stared. The WORST!

(Is it any surprise I found him on line at Crobar?!)

He has, however, texted me consistently throughout the day. Needless to say, I will not be writing back.

Although, admittedly, I did get a kick out of his use of "dang."

And tomorrow brings on another possible disaster. Ben the doctor has come to rise. We're dining near my job.

But lately, I just don't care.

Back to reality. Asked Chrissy where it was going today. He said he didn't think it wasn't going anywhere. Could have been said in different words, but I think of him more fondly these days.

Oh, but how fickle our affections, Casey! Before I realized that the taxman was a disaster in a good suit, poor Chrissy was old news.

Let's hope for the best, eh?

Tomorrow is the start of the Annual Casey Christmas Diet. The starve-all-December-so-that-you're-ravenous-and-eat-everything-at-Christmas post Thanksgiving diet.

Looking hot in my new suit and new coat. Will sport that badgirl tomorrow out with the doctor. Until then, will return to my fantasies of the hot taxman suddenly becoming a different person overnight.

Love to Sarah, who keeps a faithful reader.