I am back! Well, sort of. I didn’t actually go anywhere, but I just mean to say that I am back on my blog. Unfortunately, I feel this entry will not be as exciting as some of you have hoped, seeing how I haven’t posted in over a week. I don’t know what it is, but I just don’t have anything to write about! This is a serious case of writer’s block, I tell ya. Though, I will share a funny story I heard over the weekend from a friend of mine.

For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, do you remember the story of my most recent ex-boyfriend? I had made a post about him last June when we were still together (now deleted), and he found it (because I had put his full name in the entry and when you Google it, my blog came up on the search engine), along with several other girls who left me messages telling me that they were dating him too and that he was cheating on me (and them, of course). That was certainly the shock of my life, seeing how I was with him for 10 months and had spent my time and energy finding him an apartment when he returned from Japan.

Anyways, the point is, I became friends with two of the girls who were dating him, and they’re fun and amazing girls (who wouldn’t want to date them?). So, one particular friend of mine attended a big Jewish cocktail party on Saturday night, and while I was out, I received a text from her saying that our ex-boyfriend was there. Now note that she hadn’t seen him in a year, and considering the circumstances and the past events, imagine how awkward and mind boggling it would be to spot him at a party.

I suggested she go up and say something to him. I mean, that would have been her chance to let him know the emotional turmoil he put her through and really just…say it how it is. Anyways, later that night, I received a text saying that one of her friends went up to him and threw her drink all over him. AHHH!!! Seriously, it was a movie moment image in my head when I read that text. Imagine being at a big fancy gathering and seeing a man get drenched in someone else’s drink. That’s something I’ve never witnessed in person, though, I would have given anything to have been at that party to see the ex get doused in an alcoholic mixer.

Well, there you have it. My pointless little story that, for me, I find highly amusing. I really promise I’ll try to come up with something a little more engaging and stimulating for the mind…next time, folks, next time.