Since my Treo needs good lighting to take a decent picture, I dragged him over the window to pose with me. He knelt on one knee, I perched on it, held the camera at a jaunty angle, and the rest is history.
KN commented something to the effect of, "Oh, the world doesn't need proof to know that Rennie hangs all over Jebra."
"Well now, that's just not true," I pouted. "Sometimes I hang on other guys instead."
Heh. The nice thing about the smegs crowd is that most of them are married, so I can flirt and be silly and friendly with them consequence-free. It's fun, and they are a very good group of people. I love the fact that I feel relaxed and "among friends" now when I go. F even attended his very first smegs yesterday, and he remarked on it as well, that I just seemed comfortable when I entered the room.
It was a good afternoon, and I'm glad I went -- especially since I had a difficult time talking myself into going at first! I was (and am) just so tuckered out. My business trip last week was very productive, but it was pretty exhausting.
Each day started much earlier than I'm used to, then we had stuff to do each night after work. I got very little sleep, and even less "down time". Fortunately I really like the coworkers I traveled with, seeing as how I was spending around 16 hours a day with them. Thank goodness I got away to see She Who Clarifies for a couple hours on thursday!
But that's a lot of time to spend with anybody, even loved ones, let alone friendly coworkers. I knew I'd reached my limit friday, when we were mostly through our morning session. I was really sleepy, and I hadn't eaten in awhile. This one guy was talking, and I found myself sitting there just HATING his eyebrows. I'm serious: his very eyebrows were making my stomach turn. And I don't mean I disliked them, I mean they filled me with rage!
Fortunately we left for home shortly after lunch, and the eyebrow-guy stayed in Cleveland (no I didn't ditch him; he wasn't one of my traveling companions). Just four more hours crammed in a car with my coworkers, then finally, gloriously, I climbed in solitude into my very own car. Struggled through rush-hour traffic, then I was in my house, greeting my forsaken kitties, finally home.
Despite strong temptation both friday night and saturday afternoon, I didn't stay home. But each time I went out again, it was to see friends. Friends I feel at home with...that's just as good.