Me to the rescue
Aint that neat? I thought so.
So yesterday I played various forms of rescue ranger, riding my trusty golden stick-shift steed across town. It started around 5 p.m. I called Gwen to get Joshua's flight number and a strange voice picked up the phone. It was Gwen's manager at Victoria's Secret. I thought I had gotten her in trouble for calling her at work untill the lady explained that Gwen was having a palpatation and they had called the paramedics. I think she was more than a little shocked when I assured her the paramedics were not necessary and that Gwen would be fine in a few mins. Either way, they wanted her to go home and she wasn't in much shape to drive. I was out and about anyway, so I went over to Town Center, picked her up, and drove her home. We made broccoli au-gratin.
Later I planned to spend the evening with Joshua. This was because the ladies were having a sex toy party and apparently the company that provides these parties has a no-men rule; which is uber-stupid and slightly sexist IMHO, but whatever. Josh was coming in to town from Chicago so I rushed to the airport to pick him up. On the way out of the airport I got a call from Rini who was all in a dither for reasons I won't repeat here because, if you really wanna know, they're on her LJ.
So I dropped Josh off with some of the other guys at a Starbucks and high tailed it out to 295 to see Rini. We hung out all night eating cookies, listening to an interesting music mix Mary had given her, and talking about various schtuff. I gave her a massage and we went to bed. When I left her place this morning she was on the phone to Bryan so hopefully all things have gone well with that.
Now I am home and glad to be in one place for the moment because its raining like someone flushed the celestial toilet out there.