New Obsession

Must.
Have.
These.
Boots.

My stiletto heel, black, knee high boots are great and all, but these would be much more practical to wear to work. And I hear wedges are much more comfortable than stiletto heels. Go figure.

Remember the Perfect Black Shoe Obsession?
I will have these boots. I mean it.

Self Portrait

I've gotten a couple of requests for a hair update.

Here's the best I could do alone.

You'll have to pardon the bags under my eyes - it was a late night last night. But at least I'm having a sexy hair day. And all I did was wash it!

Dungeness Spit

Yesterday, McP, his friend who was visiting from out of town, his roommate and I took a day trip to the peninsula. I was up at 6am (I know!) and we hit the 7:55am ferry over to Bainbridge Island. We stopped for breakfast at a cute little cafe in Port Ludlow, then drove on the Dungeness Spit.

Way out there on the right hand side is the end of the spit and the lighthouse. It's a 5 mile walk to that light house. We made it half way. It's a difficult walk - very rocky and the rocks are covered in kelp so it's slick too.

So we turned and came back.

This is the view of the Olympics on the walk back.

It was a lovely, gray, fall day. We got spit on (no pun intended) a little but the rain didn't really start until last night. I think it's forcasted to rain now through.......April. The winter season has started.

Today, it's just pouring. I'm curled up watching the Seahawks game (Seahawks are ahead 23-3 in the 4th!) and will head over to Kim-n-Tim's when it's over. I haven't seen Milo in two weeks. I'll take my camera and get some photos for you.

What the hell is that?

That may actually be a light at the end of the tunnel. My day is *gasp* looking up.

My brow isn't furrowed. I'm not slamming the keys down on my keyboard. I've even smiled at patients in the hallway. Could it be that it's because I only have two hours left until this week from hell is over?

Or......could it be the cake I'm eating because today is September Birthday Cake day at work and I baked a white cake with chocolate frosting last night since I'm the official Morale Gal of the department?

Yes, I'm sure it's the cake.
And I bet that second piece I'm about to go and get will help even more.

Very Accurate

My co-worker took this photo last year, apparently when I was having a similar week.

Now, who on earth did I get that face from? Hmmmm

Okay, Here's A Funny

I do have a lot of ibuprofen in my system right now.........

Pissed Off - Day Four

There was a guy whistling while pumping his gas this morning.
And I really, r e a l l y wanted to hit him.

Yes, dear reader, the grrrr has entered day four. I was fine when I woke up. Got through showering and drying all 50 lbs of my hair just fine. Even got dressed without much trouble. Headed to the gas station and took the wrong street, which put me one block south of the 7-11. Which meant I would need to turn left, against a mile of traffic to go one block up because they narrowed 24th down to one lane in each direction, with a suicide lane in the middle.

That's when the F word started flying out of my mouth and now I'm back to pissed off.

*sigh*

I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong. I'll be better Monday.
Promise.

Tumbling Down

The week, I'm afraid, is not getting any better. At this rate, I don't know if I'm going to be able to make it through Friday.

Today I am in my office with my door shut. That is a clear sign that it is not a good day. My "office" is a closet. Literally. It's roomy, but it has no windows. So with the door closed, there is a slight threat of claustrophobia.

But at least with my door closed, people have to make the effort to knock, then turn the handle, then open the door to bug me. Which seems to be way too much effort, so I've been left pretty much alone all morning. And I think that's best for everyone.

I can't really pinpoint why the day is so bad, or why I'm so grrrr. Could be I didn't sleep too much Monday night and that's piling up. Could be I had two drinks last night with my new neighbors so I'm feeling the effects of that this morning. Could be PMS. Could be the fact that my time off request to go home for christmas is STILL sitting in my boss' office, unsigned after four days. Could be the fact that [WARNING: This may be too much info for some of you] after taking a year's break from the pill because I had come to the conclusion that it was affecting my moods, I recently started it back up. Or it could be just an icky week. Who the hell knows.

Maybe I just need some sleep? I have no plan at all for this weekend, so sleep is now the goal.

Unless something more fun comes up.....

Done!

I think I will boycott working for the rest of the afternoon. I've had it. Yesterday was bad. Today is worse. And I will not be split in two by this silly little job.

*D E E P B R E A T H*

So, since I have the next two and a half hours free, I'll throw some randomness at you.

Monday night, I attended my first ever political fundraiser. Only Cyn could pursuade me to do this. I didn't give money, and I know nothing about the position this guy was running for, but I sure can smile and make sure everyone has a name tag. I'm very good at that. I made sure water was in the pitcher and my glass was full of white wine. A lovely evening indeed.

And I left early to watch Monday Night Football. Much more my speed.

Tuesday, I had my weekly walking date. Which I think does me some good, both physically and mentally. I just wanted to go home and drink myself into a stuper after such a shitty day. But Rachelle (yes, I have a friend named Rachelle) is diligent, so we walked down by the boats at Shilshole. And I felt much better when I got home. And when I put my pants on this morning and had to safety pin the side of them because they're so big that they're hanging too low and I'm tripping on them.

Here's another drawback to being single - no one to take pictures of me so I can post them here and show you how thin I'm getting. I'll see what I can do about that. Rumor has it there might be a gathering this weekend, so I'll be sure to take my camera and bribe someone to discretely take a photo of me. I'll look very surprised.

I think I'm having dinner with a friend tonight. Even though it's laundry night! I know! She's being kind and letting me do laundry at her place so I don't have to rush home to make sure it's done by 8pm. I have nice friends.

I've also been invited out for drinks by, ironically enough, my former massage therapist and guy who manages the massage center, both of whom live in my complex. I have a little built in community already. I look forward to borrowing sugar from them.

The apartment is just fabulous. My computer armoire arrived today, so I'll put that together soon. That will get my computer off the floor and keep it nicely hidden. I need to get some stuff on the walls. Which means sweet talking a boy to bring over a drill because thumb tacks just do not want go into the sheetrock. Oh boy.

Hmmm, I think you're all caught up now.
Crap. I still have an hour and fifty minutes. Maybe I can find a little room to hide in. Maybe just walk around carrying a clipboard. The IT guy does it and he looks very busy. I'll try that.

This is why I drink.....

How's my day, you ask?

Cookie Haiku For You

Afternoon tired now
Cookie will make it better
But which one to choose?

Oh, so excited
Cookies are so big and warm
Chocolate with nuts!

So good going down
But post cookie high turns to
Post cookie nausea

Oh, what have I done?
I didn’t need that cookie
Now I feel so gross

Ack.

Alone vs Lonely

I'm home, alone, on a Saturday night. And I'm okay with that.
This is a huge step for me.

I beat myself up for wanting to be with people. I feel like it makes me dependent and weak. How often have you heard "You can't rely on anyone else for your own happiness"? So when I have a crappy day (like yesterday) and I start thinking "Who can call?" I think I'm being weak because I'm relying on someone else to make me happy.

Good thing I'm in therapy, right?

I don't cope well with lonliness. Loneliness takes me back to age 13 when I was writing poetry about wanting to die. I don't think I ever really learned how to deal with that feeling - I just grew up. And so now I equate being alone with being lonely and friendless and unloved, then I tend to slip into that icky, dark place. Which scares the absolute shit out of me.

When I was with Steve, I never felt lonely. I knew I had someone with me, in one sense or another. There was a bond. Now I have to learn how to deal without that bond. Without that sense of togetherness. It's scary. And it's lonely.

But tonight, I chose not to call anyone for entertainment. I've been sitting here on my computer for the past four hours, going through old emails and photos and laughing my ass off. I'm quite entertained.

And I'm okay. I don't feel lonely. It would be nice to have someone here, but I'm not sliding into that dark place. I'm holding steady.

Huh.
I think I'm growing.

My Day

.....and the things that have made me mutter:
"I really don't want to have to kill anyone today......"

• Target

I think I may hate Target. It was absolutely packed this evening. And no one was over the age of 24. It felt like a frat party. Everyone was on their cell phones, blindly roaming around. Just shoot me. Mom called while I was there, but I was polite and moved over to a corner and stood still for the entire 15 minutes we talked. I didn't bump into people, I didn't stand in the very middle of the aisle while talking at an above normal voice because the reception in Target (and the interference of all of the other cell phones) makes it hard to hear. What the hell is wrong with people?

• One particular co-worker

My job isn't rocket science. I try to keep department running smoothly. I maintain the employee files. I order supplies. I schedule meetings. It's not easy, but it also shouldn't be so hard. There are certain requirements and compliances to which a clinic or hospital has to adhere. There's a scary organization called JCAHO and they come through to make sure we're all safe. And that our employees are licensed and properly trained. Part of my job is to make sure that all of the required training documentation is in each of the 45 employees' files. Easy, right? Ha. It's like pulling teeth to get people to sign a freakin' document so I can put it in their file. I had to literally breathe down someone's neck this afternoon so that he would sign what he needed to sign and give it to me to file before the end of the day. Breathing down necks is not in my job description. And I'm not very good at it because I end up just getting pissed, and then I lose my temper and I slam doors and stomp around. Not very professional. Maybe I was just hungry.

• People not from 'round here

Traffic is traffic, dipshits are dipshits. Whadya gonna do? But on one too many occasions this week, I have gotten behind someone who has absolutely no idea that the lane we're in must turn left. Despite the big sign above his head. Despite the big arrow painted on the road. This lane cannot go straight. The light turns green, cars start to turn left, but the guy in front of me just stops, in the middle of the intersection, deciding what his options are. Hmmmm, turn, like I'm supposed to then maybe figure out a way to get back on track? Go straight, regardless of the traffic that is coming right at me? Maybe sit here and hope that everyone on earth will take pity on my complete lack of forethought and stop so that I may turn any freakin' way I please, as long as I get where I'm going? Yes. That sounds like a winner. Ruby's poor horn has been overworked this week.

• My password at work

I had to change it. No longer is it "Justletmedie1". Poo. But apparently I mis-typed my new password - twice - so that when I tried to log in after lunch, I kept getting the password wrong. Finally my computer said "Okay, you're done!" and locked me out. I had to call the helpdesk, the helpdesk reset my password, I hung up, tried to log in and my computer said "Um. I don't think you're who you say you are. Locked out!" Back on the phone with the helpdesk, reset the password again, helpdesk stays on the line this time, computer says "Just what are you trying to pull?" I type a little too hard on my keyboard, the W flies off, I have to tell the helpdesk to hang on a second while I get on the floor to get the W key and put it back on..... I thought computers were supposed to make our lives easier? Bullshit.

• People who can't read

Not illiterate people. That would just be hateful. I mean people who have expensive degrees and save lives, yet they still can't seem read the sign on my door that says "The Film Room has moved. See map!" I come back from lunch today to find a disk of images on my desk, with a sticky that tells me to upload them for a patient who will come in tomorrow to get them. Um. Do you see any films at all in this office? No. That's because it's not the film room anymore. See the sign on the door? The one that says "The Film Room has moved"? What do you think that means? Yeah. I want you cutting me open.

• OfficeMax

I spent 20 minutes today trying to find the Avery labels 5366 on the OfficeMax site. I put in "avery 5366" in the search box because 5366 is the template number you have to use. Says it everywhere on the sheet of labels and on the box. Do you think OfficeMax actually puts that 5366 on the description of the labels? Nope. I have to find theses labels by sorting through four pages and looking for the measurements 3/4" by 3 3/8" Un-freaking-believable.

*sigh*

At least it's Friday. I don't have to order labels, or threaten employees, or log in for two days. Two whole days. Goodness. Whatever shall I do with my time?

The First Supper

Tonight, I made dinner for the first time in my new apartment. Tortellini and a salad and a chocolate/espresso tort to top it off. Well, just a couple of bites of the tort. But all of the espresso mousse on the top. So yummy. And I bought "A Bug's Life" this afternoon so I watched that.

Cyn is supposed to call if she and her gal friend head to Ballard, but I think I'm in for the night. I'm pooped, and looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow.

In my b i g, f l u f f y, n e w bed........

Welcome Package

I got a nice little welcome package in the mail today. From the Pope.

Convenient too, because I don't have a rosary.

Finally! The Apartment!

I finally got some batteries for camera so I can post pictures! My camera died on my Saturday after I took all the pictures, so I couldn't get them off the camera.

Anywho!

Here we go!

Front door of my building:

View of the pretty neighborhood street, from the front door of my building:

You've come in the front door, now you're heading up a few stairs to my front door:

You've come in the front door. You first see the hallway (note the coat closet and built in cabinet and drawers):

The living room, as seen from the dining room. Front door is there on your left:

Dining room. Well, actually just my beautiful new dining room table (and that door on the right - that leads down another stairway to the laundry room and storage):

My "office". Where I'm sitting right now:

From the dining room, to the left, is the kitchen with a very bright, south facing window:

Tiny little fridge, but tons of cabinets in this kitchen:

So now, turn around and go back down the hallway. At the end of the hallway, turn right. Now you see the bathroom, with it's beautiful greenish/bluish tile (and nice bright shower curtain, compliments of mom):

Note the lack of cabinetry (but the clever use of the towel bar to hang my hair dryer and straightener):

Now leave the bathroom, go across the hall and you're in the bedroom. With the BRAND NEW BED that was delivered this morning:

And the closet (note the heat vent.....up at the ceiling. What's the thought process there?):

And this is an older photo, from last weekend, but I wanted to prove that my shoes are labeled and organized:

They are now put away nicely in the closet. I still don't know what to do with the two bins of boots.

(Yet Another) New Mattress

I bought a bed Saturday. Not even a whole bed - just a mattress and boxspring. Brand new. It gets delivered tomorrow. And ya wanna hear the funny part? Well, my faithful readers will appreciate the funny part.

I walked into the store, told the guy I was a stomach sleeper, I laid on the three beds he told me to lay on, I said what you can do for this-much-money and 20 minutes later I walked out, the owner of a brand new Sealy mattress set. Just like that.

I chuckled to myself as I drove home. Some of that may have been hysteria at the amount I had just forked over, but some of it was imagining the look on Steve's face when I tell him the story of how I bought a new bed. I'm pretty sure his head will explode.

Football Sunday!

.....sucks when you don't have anyone to watch it with you. And all you have is a little 14" screen tv. So I'll be heading down to the Lock & Keel to watch the Seahawks. They have three big plasma screen tvs. And free pool on Sundays.

Last night was my friend Jessica's annual party. No tequila shots this year, and no bruises so far. So today, I'm feeling much better than expected. Good enough to head down to a bar, so that's sayin' something.

Actually, I'm going over to Kim-n-Tim's this evening for dinner, so I think I'll just stick with diet coke this afternoon.

Perishables

I have a great fear of perishables spoiling. When I go camping, and grocery shop before we leave town, I don't buy perishables for fear that they will go bad on the way to our destination, regardless of how close it may be. I've been ribbed about this in the past.

So this morning, I reach into the fridge to get the OJ out and I think, "Huh. The fridge doesn't seem to be getting very cold." I look at the controls and sure enough, the fridge isn't really even on. Apparently when the old tenant moved out, the fridge was turned off. And no one turned it back on. Including me.

So I immediately panic. What have I eaten out of there this week? I haven't touched the mayo. In the garbage it goes. Butter? It's probably okay since people sit it out on the counter. Tortillas? They're okay. I just stick them in the fridge to make them last a little longer.

Oh.
But the half and half from last weekend. Oh god.

It was damn near a solid mass.

I can handle baby poop and puke on me. I can handle blood and the CSI shows where they demonstrate how a brain will explode upon impact. But curdled half and half? I just about lost it.

A little story:
When I was, oh......12 maybe? My parents and my other mother's son took a road trip to West Virginia from Texas one summer in our Nissan mini van. Breakfasts were normally at McDonald's. One particular morning, I was preparing to enjoy my cold, flat pancakes on their styrofoam plate when I opened my little carton of milk and took a big swig. Back when I drank milk. Which I don't much anymore, and I'm pretty sure this is why.

Yes, you guessed it, the milk was curdled. Now, it's one thing to become aware of curdled milk before you drink it thus having time to say "Gross!" and chuck it. It's another thing to have it in your mouth. And then panic. In public.

I'm not sure what happened after that. If I spit it out at the table or if I ran to the bathroom. It's all a blur. All I know is that as soon as I open a milk container now, I take a whiff. And I've had to explain this to people so that they don't take offense. I tell them, it's not that I think you would keep bad milk around, it's just a habit now. I do it without thinking. And it has saved me more than a few times.

I didn't bother to sniff the half and half this morning. I just knew.

Baby Meter

My baby meter is high today. I'm at about 98% in favor of an offspring.

I went to Blue C for lunch and there was a couple and their three year old boy sitting next to me. They were feeding him bits from the rolls with their chopsticks and he was sooooooo excited. He'd see the chopsticks coming and open his mouth really wide and wiggle in his seat. Just adorable.

And I love that they're exposing him to sushi at such a young age. He wasn't eating big chunks of raw fish, but the avocado from the california rolls and the tofu from the tofu rolls. I think they fed him some krab (fake crab) but they stopped at the spicy tuna. The dad would say "No, this isn't baby food. It's big people food." So cute.......

What the hell is happening to me? Thirty-two hits and suddenly babies are cute instead of annoying.

Crap.

Laundry Stress Resolved!

I went upstairs last night to meet my neighbor. Her name is Sally. I introduced myself, made some small talk, then asked when her laundry day was. She said Wednesday, with a sigh. I said it's better than Friday, my day. She has meetings Wednesday evenings so that doesn't leave a lot of time to throw in a load. According to the sign above the washer and dryer (which I visited for the first time yesterday) laundry hours are 8am to 8pm. That just shortens the window even more.

So Sally asked *me* if *I* wanted to switch! I said sure!!
And then I thought, poor Sally, she must not have much of a social life if she wants Friday as her laundry day. Oh well, to each her own.

So now I don't have to worry about skipping out on Friday activities just to do laundry. Whew.

I May Never Drink Wine Again

Yeah, right.
But I may think twice about it after seeing this.

And I thought Target was a family friendly store......

The Lock Vista Drama

There is quite an uproar here in Ballard about the Lock Vista being converted to condos. Our little neighborhood paper has a great article on this.

And the tidbit that stands out to me: Ballard has experienced 242 condo conversions in the last two years. I'm not sure if that's units or buildings, but either way, there's a ton of people who were give 90 days and $500 to find a new place to live. Oh sure, the tenants are given the option to purchase the new condos but those are going to go for $300,000. For 500 square feet.

And, along those lines, there was an article in the Seattle Times yesterday that was just deflating. The median single family home price in Seattle has now topped $500,000. A person would have to earn $119,000 a year to be able to afford to buy a home here. Even condos are at $250,000.

Are you kidding me?

Seattle is fabulous and all, but it looks like if I want to ever buy a home, it's going to be somewhere else. Asheville, NC perhaps........

Shopping & Youth

Well, shopping wasn't half as fun as I thought it was going to be.

Apparently school is starting back up so every freakin' college student is loading up their dorm or new apartment with all of the stuff I need. Dish drainers, tea kettles, two cup measuring cups. Plenty of four cup measuring cups, but I guess college kids don't know what do with a whopping four cups. I was lucky to find a can opener. I did get a cute little microwave for pretty cheap. That was very exciting.

And I just know that the little checker thought I was some 23 year old who's all excited about being out on my own for the first time *giggle*. He was all flirty and yeah, these are cute measuring spoons, I gotta get me some of these.........I just wanted to say, "I'm 32 years old - 10 years older than you! - so knock it off." But then I'd just look crazy and I'd rather look like a ditzy college girl that a crazy old(er) lady.

It's hard looking so young and innocent. No one takes you seriously.

Damn the Oil of Olay.

Fate

I spilled a half a cup of coffee (from my 16oz mug) on my lap this morning. On my khakis. I didn't get the the lid on straight. Nice, huh?

So I went home to change pants and discovered I can fit into my green Eddie Bauer pants again. I haven't been able to button them in about 6 months.

See? Everything happens for a reason.....

The Big Move

What a weekend. Man.

But first, I attended mine and Steve's first post break up gathering Friday night. It was small, which was good, and we were fine, which I knew we would be. It was nice to see some folks I hadn't seen in months. So that's out of the way now.

Saturday morning, I was up at 8am, preparing for the troops. They arrived at 9am, loaded up their vehicles and we caravaned a whopping nine blocks to the new apartment (pictures to come soon). I blinked and suddenly the bulk of my stuff was moved. Just like that.

We made one more big trip, then the troops dispersed, with the exception of McP (formerly MickeyP, who has requested that I come up with a new nickname for him. And I like him so I'll oblige). He and I made one more trip, then it was pretty much done. He started to leave but then saw my eyes tear up so he suggested we get lunch first. That helped. I had neglected to eat anything that morning, even after buying muffins and donut holes for everyone. After lunch, I went back to Steve's to load a few odds and ends and space the place out a little bit so it didn't look like I had just moved out. And I vacuumed for him since I took the vacuum.

I was home and exhausted at 4:00pm. I moved boxes around and set up my computer, then it was time to shower and get ready to go out.

Because I'm crazy like that.

I went to the Rilo Kiley concert with a couple of new girlfriends. My new favorite song is Portions for Foxes. I blare it all day at work and then in my car on my way home. Makes me feel like a rocker.

And home at 1am. I don't have a bed (and a desk and a microwave and a chair and a coffee table.....) so I'm sleeping on my REI air mattress. It sucks, but it's a helluva lot better than a futon.

Sunday, Kim came over and we walked to lunch at the Lockspot Cafe, which is just spitting distance from my place so I'm guessing I'm going to be spending a lot of time there. They have liquor, a pool table and football on the TV. What more can I ask for?

After Kim left, I watched the Seahawks (kick Tampa Bay's ass!) and unpacked. Got the kitchen all done but I don't know what to do about the bathroom. There's no cabinet space. Just a sink. No drawers. No countertops. I need to find something to put all my junk in. I'm looking forward to Target tonight.

And I got all the bedroom stuff in the bedroom but I have 28 pairs of shoes (all in their own little Rubbermaid bins with labels) and I have no place to put them. So they're piled up in a corner. Once I get a bed, maybe they can go under the bed, but that's probably where the two plastic bins of boots are going to go. I think it's officially a fetish now.......

I also need some furniture for the living room. I have stuff to go on furniture but no furniture to put the stuff on, ya know? I've spent a lot of time surfing craigslist today.

I think this is going to be a good home. As do my troops. They all commented on how it was a great space and that it was very me. It was a beautiful day yesterday so the apartment was very bright and cheery. Thank goodness. Because when 6pm rolled around, and I was alone, the reality of the situation hit me like a mack truck. And all that crying I haven't been doing, well that's out of the way now. Today, my throat hurts and my eyes are puffy, but I feel a lot better.

I am settled. I am home.
And I'm looking forward to what comes next.......whatever that may be.

*My* Space

I have taken over mine and Steve's myspace page, with his permission.
It is now just my space. Not our space.

New link, should you need to replace bookmarks:
www.myspace.com/raechellemarsh

Hopefully, I can sweet talk some friends into helping me record some of my originals and get them posted. I'll let you know when, and if, that happens.

Very Superstitious

Today, I called to get my phone and internet service set up at the new place.

Thus, wholeheartedly giving in and letting out my breath and counting on the fact that I will actually be moving this Saturday. Part of me is still scared that I have somehow wronged the universe and the rug will be ripped out from under my feet again right before the move.

Did you know that Jewish people don't buy things for a baby until the baby is born? It's an old superstition. Which is why Daniela didn't have any supplies at all two weeks before Jonah was born. My sister and I had to literally take her shopping so she would have diapers and bottles. Her family didn't send any gifts to the baby shower but her mom sent a photo of the chair she was going to buy her......once the baby was born.

I felt the same way two weeks ago when JC Penney was having a sale on their towels. I had to call mom from the bath section (we love cell phones) to discuss whether or not I should actually buy the towels yet. I was going to have to buy white towels (yes, yes....I know) because that is the only color towel that will actually match the bright teal/blue/green tile in the bathroom and if I ended up getting another apartment, I am 100% sure that I will not need white towels. I could probably find another color to match.

Why the hesitancy though? I had signed the lease. That's farther than I got with the Lock Vista. The Lock Haven assures me that they are not going to turn into condos. I've put down loads of money. Any normal person would be secure in the fact that they Have An Apartment. Oh, but I have been scarred. Deep.

My god, the pressure! And to wait could mean missing such a sale! Buy one towel at the regular price, get the second for $1. Who could pass that up? And I reasoned in my head that if the apartment should fall through, I can always return the towels. I always keep receipts.

So I bought the $18 towels. Very thick, plush towels. I haven't washed them yet. They're still in the original bag, with the receipt.

I guess if a jinx was going to happen, it would have happened by now, huh? I go to the old apartment after work tomorrow to stay and pack until Saturday. Then the move happens bright and early at 9am [fingers=crossed].

Either way, there will be phone and internet service in that apartment come Monday evening. That I am sure of.

Date Night

Cyn and I went out on a date last night. And we were both perfect ladies.
Well, maybe not perfect......we're single gals on the loose, ya know.

She's in between paychecks right now, so I was her sugar dadd...uh.....mama. We had dinner with her parents (oddly enough, kind of like a date.....from high school) then walked down to Ballard to hear Jesse Dayton play at the Tractor Tavern. He puts on one great show. I knew him when I lived in Houston. One of my friends was friends with him and his band, so we went to a lot of their shows. I've seen him play here in Seattle a couple of times, but he never remembers me. And that's fine.

We hung out after the show and chatted with his drummer and some of the Tractor employees for a while. And I said hi to Jesse and mentioned our mutal friend and I think I may have rung a bell. After the Tractor kicked us out, we went down to the L&K and closed it down. Crazy gals we are.

We cabbed it back to Cyn's place, and kept the fun going for a bit longer, then finally crashed around 6am. I can't remember the last time I made it to 6am.

And after sleeping for a mere four hours, A~ called asking if he should start making breakfast. We were supposed to go to his place for brunch. I believe Cyn's exact words were "No. Bye." So we slept alittle longer.

Finally made it over to brunch around 11:30am, and was doing well until about 2pm. Then it was everything I could do to not fall asleep on the couch. So I came home and pretty much just snoozed on the couch all day. If there would have been football on, it would have been a perfect Sunday.

Tomorrow is brunch at Cyn's and then probably some more couch time. And I'm giving myself permission to be okay with that.