So after a weekend of furious wine drinking with friends starting on either Thursday or Friday (i forget)I have had three hangovers in the course of one looooong weekend. I remember two hangovers in one particular 24 hour period - sobered up and drank again to remove the hangover - and one on some other day that certainly must have happened. At Richards lovely "we will all come visit you in DC" party (Friday night? Saturday night?)i remember 2 glasses of wine and maybe 2 champagnes and a sip of some damp cardboard mulch called scotch. I also remember furious woozles and belly blows mixed in with a totem pole and fresh shrimp on the rocks. Could be i have a bad memory, or that was a very good party... Yesterday was the day i intended to lie on couch the with a brown dog and avoid all light and sound when lo and behold (suddenly? such tension!) friends came to my door bearing food. One could say a plethora of friends. So, no sleep but such, much good company and happiness and joy actually and more food and i did not even attempt to drink wine again. Imagine that.
Today is one week from leaving and I now pack things i am sure I will not be using this week: the cat, a pair of black winter tights with a diamond pattern, a jar of capers.. all the while trying to fill 3.7 billion empty frames (i generally round up) that i promised to populate for my last employer as a result of using a cheap excuse to take pictures instead of manning the front desk. I knew that would come back on me eventually..
less than a week to go now. i have lunches and breakfasts and a happy hours planned with even more friends this week. How did I get so many friends? Must be fall out from the husband. Lord know I don't attempt to be likeable on a consistent basis.
f*** packing. I'm getting wine.
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