2003-05-01 - 3:16 p.m.

The bead on my navel ring fell off somewhere along the line today, most likely at the gym. My first instinct was to go get it replaced after work. But then I got to thinking. Maybe I'm too old for this. After all, I am thirty-mufflemufflemuffle and maybe it's time to move on. But, I do like it and summer is coming and I think it looks pretty cute with a tankini. It's more or less for my own enjoyment. I don't walk around the office or even clubs with my midriff bared. It's just like my own little secret that makes me feel slightly less conservative. So, when I talked to C this afternoon, I told him what happened and that I was thinking of just taking the ring out and forgetting about it. He told me that when he first saw it, he thought it was "pretty MTV" but now he's gotten used to it and that he thinks I should get another bead. He said that if I'd told him about it before he saw it, he would not have liked it, but it's okay. Pretty MTV? I started defending myself by telling him I first got it in 1998, way before everyone on MTV got theirs. Ugh, why do I even care? Ya, I guess I should really re-think this.

I think I'm going to see C tonight and I'm pretty psyched. I really miss him and hate only seeing him on the weekends. This week is an eternity and not seeing C makes it last even longer.

So, last night...we had the worst service EVER at the restaurant. The waitress came over and asked us if we wanted to order appetizers and we told her we were ready to order dinner. She mumbled something about then needing to get a pen that worked, and took off for like 1/2 hour. I'm not exaggerating (at least not much) - 2 people didn't have a chance to get drinks at the bar before we were seated and would have had to wait until she came back. They went to the bar and were like 1/2 way through their drinks before she came back. We had to flag her down to ask for the check and she still didn't come back with it for at least 20 minutes. Finally, my friend had to go to the desk to ask for our check. She came over and sort of threw it on the table. We left only about a 15% tip. I hope she got the message.

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