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averygoodun42'Twas a good day indeed.
Slept in 'til Babe was too loud to ignore (DH was already taking care of him), giving me a precious few more hours. Very good.
Then, got a surprise call from friends (M&M) from Mass, saying they were in town, could they come by. Best part: no plans were interrupted. It was rainy, we didn't have anything planned, my writing wasn't really going anywhere, and I've decided to scrap the painting I've been working on (which is another good thing, really, or will be in the end) so no painting necessarily needed, either.
They came by, we chatted, laughed, boys went out fetched lunch, which wasn't great (DH just doesn't choose food for me well... but at least he shares his. :) And then we went shopping. :)
IKEA was having a sale, so M and I went down, leaving the boys (including Babe) to follow in our car. M's husband forgot his keys here, so boys had to turn back, giving M and I a good two hours alone to browse IKEA with no Babe in tow. Veeeeeerrrrry good.
Boys joined us, I got to show DH my table plans, plus some, we bought a very, very cheap rug for basement, and left for (pre-)birthday dinner at Bugaboo Steakhouse.
At dinner, I decided to get their new pomogranet margarita. Yum. Times 3 1/2 (how many glasses there wer in drinksy container). M's Moose Juice Martini was also good, though I only had a sip.
And, to top it off, they actually told the waitress it was my birthday. I got free cake (and had to kiss a moose). Normally, this would be mortifying. Right now, it gives me warm fuzzy feeling, and that isn't just the alcohol speaking.
I'm one of those weird individuals who likes surprises, including surprise parties. Especially surprise parties. I've never gotten a surprise party, though, cause, of course, no one else likes them, so they assume no one else wants one. Pbtth.
Of course, actually surprising me is very difficult, but that's beside the point.
The thing about surprise parties is that they would make me feel liked. And loved. People would like me enough to spend time and energy preparing (and participating in) a party for me.
I've already admitted to being an egoist, right? Well, no time like the present... heehee.
And, of course, the benefit of throwing me a party would be seeing me get drunk, which, if you know me, is pretty amusing to see my tongue actually loosen enough to talk and tell stories. Not to mention laughing a lot. Giggling. Smiling. Singing. If enough drinks are consumed, I'll even dance if asked often enough.
I did not consume that much tonight.
*sigh*
Ah well. Nice buzz. Nice evening. Nice day.
May the morning bring no hangover.
Slept in 'til Babe was too loud to ignore (DH was already taking care of him), giving me a precious few more hours. Very good.
Then, got a surprise call from friends (M&M) from Mass, saying they were in town, could they come by. Best part: no plans were interrupted. It was rainy, we didn't have anything planned, my writing wasn't really going anywhere, and I've decided to scrap the painting I've been working on (which is another good thing, really, or will be in the end) so no painting necessarily needed, either.
They came by, we chatted, laughed, boys went out fetched lunch, which wasn't great (DH just doesn't choose food for me well... but at least he shares his. :) And then we went shopping. :)
IKEA was having a sale, so M and I went down, leaving the boys (including Babe) to follow in our car. M's husband forgot his keys here, so boys had to turn back, giving M and I a good two hours alone to browse IKEA with no Babe in tow. Veeeeeerrrrry good.
Boys joined us, I got to show DH my table plans, plus some, we bought a very, very cheap rug for basement, and left for (pre-)birthday dinner at Bugaboo Steakhouse.
At dinner, I decided to get their new pomogranet margarita. Yum. Times 3 1/2 (how many glasses there wer in drinksy container). M's Moose Juice Martini was also good, though I only had a sip.
And, to top it off, they actually told the waitress it was my birthday. I got free cake (and had to kiss a moose). Normally, this would be mortifying. Right now, it gives me warm fuzzy feeling, and that isn't just the alcohol speaking.
I'm one of those weird individuals who likes surprises, including surprise parties. Especially surprise parties. I've never gotten a surprise party, though, cause, of course, no one else likes them, so they assume no one else wants one. Pbtth.
Of course, actually surprising me is very difficult, but that's beside the point.
The thing about surprise parties is that they would make me feel liked. And loved. People would like me enough to spend time and energy preparing (and participating in) a party for me.
I've already admitted to being an egoist, right? Well, no time like the present... heehee.
And, of course, the benefit of throwing me a party would be seeing me get drunk, which, if you know me, is pretty amusing to see my tongue actually loosen enough to talk and tell stories. Not to mention laughing a lot. Giggling. Smiling. Singing. If enough drinks are consumed, I'll even dance if asked often enough.
I did not consume that much tonight.
*sigh*
Ah well. Nice buzz. Nice evening. Nice day.
May the morning bring no hangover.
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Date: 2006-06-11 02:41 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2006-06-11 05:25 pm (UTC)Me, too! I can usually guess what people will get me as a present. That doesn't take away any of the jpy, though...
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Date: 2006-06-12 02:52 pm (UTC)Absolutely not! It's just part of the game, isn't it?