The floor was crowded, the haze of sweat and whiskey sours buzzing above our heads.
“Um, I’ll have a gin and tonic?” I tentatively told the bartender as if I was asking his permission.
Walking away, I felt a tap on my arm. I turned around.
“I just wanted to tell you that you look beautiful.”
“Oh- thank you,” I replied, shocked.
A flash of a smile and he was gone.
“What did he say?,” my friend asked.
“He told me I looked beautiful,” I said, no quivering, no question mark.
Know what sucks? Having hangover without the alcohol (okay, so there were two beers, but unless my alcohol tolerance took a nosedive in less than a week, I’m not blaming it on the al-al-alcohol.*)
I woke up yesterday with an awful migraine. Took meds, put a cool compress on my forehead, rubbed some mint oil on my temples. None of it was helping. I figured it was probably because I hadn’t had coffee yet. I made a pot of coffee and some toast. I barely had half a cup when it all came up to visit again (sorry, but true).
This isn’t the first time I’ve had this happen (I typically get bad headaches when the seasons change), but it always happens on my days off.
Otherwise, this weekend was pretty great. I saw some of my favorite local bands, met some awesome people from Twitter and capped off it off with a couple games of Apples to Apples (one of which I won). I have to ask: when you play that game, do you explain for your case on why you chose the red card that you did, in order to persuade the person picking to choose your card to correspond with the green adjective card? My family does, my friends don’t, and I have to say I like the former best. Maybe because I just like to argue and debate, even over something lame like an Apples to Apples card.
Here’s hoping the week goes well for everyone.
*Yeah, bad joke, whatever.
I would normally hate the fact that I’ve gone five days since I last blogged, but I’m okay with it, because they were great days spent at parties, bars and the homes of my friends and family. I would say ‘more on that later’, but every time I do, I never get around to blogging about what I mentioned I would blog about, so I’m going to destroy that possibility by NOT blogging about blogging about it.
Am I overthinking this or just being precautious?
We’ll say both.
Anyways, right now is a time to mourn.
Last Friday I sorted through my t-shirts and rounded up about 20 to give away. It was hard though, because I’m a sentimental person and I want to keep things just because I have nice memories attached to them.
Some people suggested I keep them to make a quilt, but this is a bad idea for two reasons: 1) I know I’ll never make the quilt, no matter how much I try to kid myself. 2) By trying to convince myself that I will someday make said quilt, these shirts would continue to sit around, collecting dust. I’ll fully admit that I’m sentimental as hell, but at some point the madness needs to stop.
So, instead, let me highlight a few of my favorites as I let go. And feel good about doing so.
I got this one at a thrift shop in Seattle. I really liked it for a while; it’s cute, whimsical. And I haven’t worn it in a year. Toss.
I have no probably admitting that I still love Hootie. However, it’s stained and I never wear it. Sorry, Hootie.
Relics from my former hippie days. Peace.
T-shirts about alcohol aren’t cool and they’re especially not cool when you’re over 21. This was a Christmas gift from one of my old roommates (yeah, lucky me). Also, 2005 was four years ago and omg I feel old now ahsdfakdfj.
Um, yeah. My cousins gave me this for Christmas… when I was in high school. I have a hard time giving away things my relatives give me, okay? It goes bye bye now.
The highlights of this shirt: I wore it a lot my sophomore year of college because a guy I had a crush on was from Michigan and he always commented on it. Bonus Weepies CD in the background!
Part of me can’t believe I’m giving away this one. I got it freshman year of college, it was one of my all-time favorites and I’ve gotten tons of compliments and comments on it. However, it’s just reached the end. It’s pretty faded with a couple little holes and stains. I’ve also worn to places that were perhaps not so appropriate (such as meeting my friend’s parents, a church pastor and his wife) and it’s not one you’d wear to work on Causal Friday. It’s just time.
Plus, getting rid of clothes you never wear = more room for new clothes. If only that meant money for new clothes.
Unless you’re interested in buying one of these shirts and if so… let me know.
Sunday afternoon, I was laying in the park, reading. A young couple in plaid and tight dark denim walked off the path and cut across the grass in front of me. They smiled at me and I smiled back, as they walked up the hill hand-in-hand, the girl carrying a small plastic kite in the other. They looked like they could to take on the world, lose, and not care, so long as they were still holding hands.
Between that, You’ve Got Mail nonsense and the fact that the husband in Britain’s longest-lasting marriage has passed away, I’ve feeling rather le sigh. Don’t mind me.
Seriously, just try to read that article without tearing up, I dare you.
RING RING RING.
Me: Hey Mom, it’s me, I have a question.
Mom. Hello. Yes, your Great-Aunt Kate died yesterday.
Me: Um, what? THAT WASN’T MY QUESTION.
Mom: I thought you probably saw the obituary come through at work.
Me: Um, not working today, so no, didn’t see it.
Mom: Oh. Well, she died.
Me: Well that’s… sad. Poor Aunt Kate.
Mom: She was sick a long time. She was ready to go.
Me: Yeah, I knw she was. Well, I guess that’s good.
Mom: It is. It’s sad too but she’s not in pain any more. So what’s your question?
Me: How long does it take to steam green beans, usually?
Mom: Shouldn’t take longer than 15 minutes.
Me: Okay. Tell everyone I’m sorry about Aunt Kate.
Mom: Will do.
It’s a total lie though. The green beans took at least a half hour.