Today is Friday- Hue beers at lunch

I sent my team home at noon today. I didn't realize it was memorial day weekend until I got to work and noticed that the office was pretty empty. I emailed my team, early and told them to take off at noon, and thanks for their hard work this year. I cleared my calendar and I decided to work on mid-year reviews and answer emails- 438 unread emails in two days. I answered around 75 emails last night before bed. By noon, I only had 272 emails left to read and Michael from OTC stopped in. He asked if I wanted to join a small group of people going for Vietnamese food. I stared at him for a good minute before I got up from my desk and walked out of my office. The guy from the baby shower was there, Richard, and some other guy, Francois? from operations. We met another group of people from an ad agency there, including Richard's very pregnant wife. She seemed to be uncomfortable. Strikingly beautiful, though. She had such beautiful lines to her face. Sharp, elongated nose. Skinny cheekbones, smooth chin and dimples. Chestnut hair and brown eyes. Funny how are culture is obsessed with the blond and blue; brown and brown is just so rich and inviting. Sophia also showed up. I guess I invited her, but I can't remember; or does she know these people too. She might know them given she is a photographer.
I am a vegetarian, so I just ordered for myself. Spring rolls and lemongrass tofu and black rice. Reminds me of the NYC and that little cart that sold food in Fall and Winter and Icees in Spring and Summer. They had the best vegetarian 'meatballs'.
There was an awkward silence at the table, so I ordered myself two Hue beers. Relief set in. I guess title in the company means something outside the company as well. Very odd to me. I drank the first one down in one hand lift and stated, 'I am not working right now, so I don't want to hear about work.' I then told some story about seeing the Richter show and how blown away I was by the painting of Maria Callas. A true masterpiece. The tension ceased a bit, and beer began to flow. The pregnant lady was very quiet. I could see that she would be mis-read as being angry, or asocial or bitchy. I think she is shy.
I went out for a smoke with Sophia at some point. She seemed very happy to see me. I asked her what she was doing for the weekend, and she seemed a bit reluctant to answer. 'One hit' bud again. She led me back inside the restaurant and over to the bathrooms. We started kissing. I was so focused on her that I didn't remember going into the bathroom with her.
She smoked.
I jolted with a sudden sense of joy.
When we returned to the table the others appeared to be annoyed, but were still having fun. I paid for them. I think they thanked me.
When I finally made it home an hour ago, I couldn't remember what had happened to Sophia. I don't know if she is coming over, or if I will see her this weekend. I don't feel like calling her to find out. I think I need a weekend alone. I think I will ride all weekend. Get on the road and think about what I am doing or accurately, not doing.
Tonight, even with the moonlit, cloud cover, I am bringing out the Dob. There is something about trying to find something through the clouds. It is the impossibility of success that turns me on. I will smoke another j and sit out on the veranda and hunt the sky for light. I didn't think of 'yellow panties' today until right now.
Seemed like a pretty good day.
Xioba