I didn't get a bagel.

It's been busy, amigos. I didn't even get a bagel on Monday. Nope - I waltzed in after not having a free moment for 2 1/2 hours and by 10:00am all that was left was a few half-empty tubs of cream cheese.

But anyway...

The candy monster has been making moves.
Fade in. After much deliberation, the reluctant-to-nightlife Hollywood Assistant decides to attend one of the those fancy shmancy events via work.
SO...getting dressed up, not allowed to bring a guest, but still manages to show. (People know by know that getting dressed and showing up is 80% of the battle, right?) In the midst of the crowd, an attractive tall bookish type is spotted. She starts to make her way over. Then she glances and notices that attractive-tall-bookish (ATB) guy is talking to A-list actor from the show (that this premiere party is for), and has sort of a clustered group surrounding them due to ensuing attention. She waits a moment. Just as she's about to head over ATB guy is now talking to B-list actress from the show.

Okay, it's cool, whatever. The next free moment arrives. Friend (and now official wingwoman of the night) hands her a glass to exchange at the bar while ATB guy is there getting a drink. TCM makes her way, at the exact moment she steps in front of the bar to order her friend a drink, the bartender hands ATB guy his drink he turns around, and he's gone. First with the bagels, now with the ATB...?

Oh ye of little faith! TCM did make it over there, walked up to said stranger, and just started talking.

Fast forward to this morning. I spot the Noah's delivery guy leaving just as I get off the elevators. This time, I snag a round blueberry number, first round draft pick.

I wake up and somehow it's Monday again. The weekend went by in a haze. Had one of those 11-hour-snooze fests as a result of the previous week's heavy workload, as in work-dinner-get to bed asap! cycle.

Starting to think about taking a vacation. Either in September or December. Of 2009. You know, it's good to have something to look forward to.

Trying to remember the last vacation. Not a trip for visiting the folks back in middle America for the holidays, not the day trip to San Diego just a couple hours southbound. Let's see...I suppose I'll have to count that semester of study abroad back in undergrad...