Dominant emotional reactions to SATC II right now.
Reason 578325 why today was the highlight of my month thus far: spent all afternoon at the track, down and dirty in the pits (omg the smell of the engines and melting tar/oil/fuel/rubber… Indescribable aphrodisiac, I’m telling you), revived dead baby jokes at dinner with my partner and her friends after playing show and tell in the just-built new condo disco shower. (9 nozzles and customized light show = reason to party).
And goddamn if it isn’t a gorgeous springsweet Indiana evening.
Oh, and dinner was delicious.
Best. Wednesday. Ever.
- Allison: ______________.or, in r2d2 speak... beep beep beep WOMP WOMP beep EEEEEEEEEEEooooooo beep scccccrrrrrrreeeeeedle
- Drewbird: Me sa bada bing Captain Solo. Hah. Hah. Hah. krphf! Hah.
- shockingly clever copy from today’s groupon offer, which I would, ahem, love someone to buy for me… though perhaps I, too, should be reevaluating my dreams through internet research.
food for thought.
Face - freshly scrubbed and moisturized, tingling with a delightful new night cream (work swag - have I mentioned I love my job?).
Hair - let’s call this an ‘artful braided knot’ tangled somewhere above my right shoulder, remnants of today’s less-than-artful day-after-washing-dry-shampoo-desperation ‘do… which ironically garnered me several compliments. ain’t life strange.
Nails - painted. (gasp!) A deep crimson rose color that I wish were more on trend because coral and turquoise do this pale gal no favors whatsoever. I feel like a forties film star. Or Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl, minus a good half inch of nail length and that bastard Mr. Arnstein, though god help him he was a handsome devil. You know… my great aunt played bridge with him, with Omar Shareef that is. Apparently he’s very good.
Wardrobe - vintage silk negligee. matching peignoir in the closet. (If you must wear anything to bed, have some pride. Make it sensuous. Make it silk. Side note: one of my favorite words is diaphanous. Isn’t that a beautiful term? Imagine if whispers could not only be heard… but seen.) Related: What I wouldn’t give for some maribou slippers.
Mind - shockingly peaceful. Thoughts dulled to a smooth whir after an altogether invigorating day of meetings. No, really. It was the kind of day that inspires a girl to be the best version of herself. Smarter. Stronger. Overflowing with ideas and confidence and a comically grand serving of self-empowerment and gumption. And pride. I was proud of myself today, proud of my work. Because I’ve earned it, this freedom, this respect. And a girl only gets lucky with the fates a few times in her life… so for today, I’m grateful.
Cheers, lullabyes, and sweet dreams to you.
People always cheer when you do resurface in the social jungle now and then.
HA! So true.
from ‘Where Are All The Awesome Guys?’