I have officially become That Girl. You know the one. The one crying in public or at really inappropriate times. I know, I have good reason, but still, it's lame. Really, really lame. So lame I judge it.
Yesterday I went to dinner with Liz at the classiest of establishments: The Cheesecake Factory. While there a memory of Adam hit me like a bomb and there I went, tearing up. But, I stopped myself and here's why... I refuse to cry at the motherfucking Cheesecake Factory. I cried in a meeting in front of two CEOs, fine. I cried in front of my neighbors and I cried while cutting off 5 lanes of traffic. All well and good, whatever. But the Cheesecake Factory? Seriously? COME ON. That's just pushing it so far over the edge it can't be measured by modern science. In fact, if Adam had seen it he would have taken a drag off his cigarette, rolled his eyes and asked me if I was done being stupid yet. So I sucked it up, sat with my eyes closed for a good 5 minutes to ward off tears (I'm an excellent dinner companion) and then went back to my giant entree. Side note, waitresses at the Cheesecake Factory do not have a sense of humor or take pity on girls with teary eyes. The woman put a salad in front of me the size of a large toddler and I said 'excuse me, I think I ordered the large' (they can't all be winners) and she said 'they come in one size ma'am.' First of all, ew and second of all I got ma'amed. But at least I didn't full out cry, which honestly i think should award me the Congressional Medal of Honor.
On the plus side when I cried in front of my assistant he brought me a cookie.