2006-04-06T06:20:00.000-07:00

Past 36

Tuesday went askew. My day was laid out, in fine detail, as usual. Following an intense morning conversation, which left me unable to accomplish much, I received two fantastic business calls. This will be a great opportunity, if everything goes as discussed. More about that later. I spent the rest of the day in the salon, getting a manicure and haircut. This was my first manicure by a professional and I felt quite silly and terribly girly. I've known the manicurist since middle school and it was very surreal-serious flashbacks of her fixing my hair when we were kids. Freaky.

It was a gorgeous day. I walked two miles. Grilled steaks for dinner with the parents. The husband and I went through each room of the house we are buying doing a mental layout of where we would put our furniture. Moving the piano has become a looming issue. Drinks at the neighbor's. The original plan was to drink one bottle of her favorite wine. Somehow our conversation escalated into me giving her a layout and history of the neighborhood filled with decades of lore. I opened the second bottle per her request. Around 1 a.m. we stumbled back to peruse the wine rack. We decided a red would be too heavy and I picked a white to finish the night. She warned me it was very dry. But, I like dry, I argued. Huge mistake. Stumbling across both our yards, I managed to make it into the house disrobing across three rooms. Made amorous lunges at the husband, who decided that any progression in activity would result in him being covered in vomit. I have married a very wise man. I then stumbled into his bathroom and proceeded to cry for several hours. Went back to bed, then stumbled to my bathroom in an onslaught of pitiful dry heaves. I spent the rest of the morning on the bathroom floor, in which I had created a pallet of towels.

Wednesday morning's declaration: I am never drinking again.

Wednesday there was a lot of quit. I didn't do anything. Couldn't eat solid food before 5pm. Barely managed to answer the phone. Embarrasing bit of gluttony. Shudder.

The largest awakening of the day came later that night. I received a phone call from a third party notifying me that my best friend of many years is getting married this weekend. Noone was supposed to know until after the fact. He has not spoke to me since before my wedding in August. Therefore explaining why I have not and will not be contacted directly. It makes me sad and gives me a fierce bit of nostalgia for years and years of very good times.

Song of the day
Smile Like You Mean It- The Killers

2006-04-04T10:21:00.000-07:00

The Beginning

Song of the day- I'll Fly Away • Jerry Lee Lewis

JoJo Retrospective