Saturday is supposed to be fun.

Now I'm getting concerned with the whole tailgate thing. I should know that baseball, boys and me don't seem to mix.

Like the time I dated the guy that owned the pizza place in Lyons. He broke up with me the morning before the tailgate - but still offered to go. It was awkward. When too much drinking took place I may have yelled, "I regret sucking your dick." He left shortly after.

We need to be at MP at 10:00 in the morning for our rockstar parking and tailgate mishaps. It's supposed to be 32 degrees. Note to self, over lunch I need to buy a sweatshirt. I had originally aimed for a 10:00 meeting, but was informed by 3 participants in our 14 person tailgate that to get there at 10:00 we all better meet at 9:30am. So I emailed the group the following retraction:

"We need to get in the lot by 10 - so it's Target at 9:30!"

Most people wrote back with "Holy crap"s and other notes from all over. LG didn't reply, so I called on my way to Madison last night.

"It's MG - so we need to be on the lot by 10 - so it's 9:30 at Target. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Talk to you later."

I got no call back. I think that might have been part of the reason I couldn't cum in the first hour of messing around with RS, a bit distracted. After the adventurous night, when my phone read "1 Voicemail Message" I smiled thinking it was him - instead it was my boss. Can't say that I wasn't disappointed.

This morning I get this message:

"MG - sounds good - see you then. LG"

I toyed with writing back some funny comment or seeing if he wanted to get together tonight, but then I remembered the waitress and of course - my little rendezvous last night and I figure it's no big deal.

I'll just smile and play nice tomorrow.