I spent the weekend alone. For me, being alone is a good thing every now and again. It’s not that I don’t like having Jonathan around; in fact I always miss him when he’s gone. But, the introvert in me needs time alone to feel rested and rejuvenated.
Jonathan and most of the Sac “crew” are in San Diego for Brett’s wedding. I stayed here to work. I was trying to be dedicated and get media coverage for a client event, but only got one news station to come out this morning. I was a little sad I didn’t get more coverage but the media’s fickle and I tried my best so, what can you do?
It’s not only my job to get the news to come out, but when they do it’s also my job to set up the best shots for them. This might be telling them where they’re going to get the best camera angle, or give them a person to interview who fits with the story angle they’re wanting to portray. I suggested to the camera guy that he should interview our client, but he was trying to flirt with me said I was cute and he’d rather interview me. Sigh. All that means I’ll be looking sweaty and gross on the evening news tonight. Sweet. This marks the second time this year that the news has interviewed me while I was sweaty and looking gross. At least this time I had brushed my teeth and my hair.
As for the rest of my weekend, on Friday I walked to Big Spoon and got ice cream by myself. (They have tart flavor now! Yes!) I caught up on Grey’s Anatomy online. I finished a good book. I got my new Blackberry so that I can stay connected to the internet at all times (not necessarily a good thing) and, drumroll, I BOUNCED. Yes, I spent an hour last night at a huge trampoline center.
When I say trampoline, I mean an entire wherehouse full of wall-to-wall trampolines and hundreds of people. I went with Camille and a bunch of girls from Camille’s church who I’d never met before. I won’t lie, while I ended up having a great time, it was incredibly awkward. I was one of the oldest people in the room and found myself at one point playing a massive game of dodgeball with 8 year old boys. I don’t think they were happy with my performance (which consisted of me hovering in the corner, screaming.) I didn’t know anyone but Camille and so before she showed up I spent about 10 minutes by myself just bouncing. It was very surreal and I felt so self-conscious, until I thought, “I’m just going to be a kid right now and not worry what anyone thinks about me.” So, I tried out all sorts of cool kicks and jumps and tried to see how high I could get. I had a blast. And, it was an incredible work out.
This morning, I made myself roll out of bed early to start make calls to the media. Once I’d done my due diligence, I had some time to kill before the event so I walked to Starbucks and enjoyed a grande iced chai and three mini vanilla scones while I read a book. See next post for thoughts on my book.
Jonathan comes home in a few hours. I can’t wait!