Friday Night Report After work

Friday Night Report
After work cocktails at the Racquet Club. It was a short evening as one of the participants quickly turned into a drunk puddle before our very eyes in what is sure to be record time and had to be taken home. Fridays can do that to a person.

Saturday Report
Friends of ours have sold their home and are leaving the desert for good next week. We arrived at 10:00 am for the garage sale and picked up a few things we needed and a few that we didn't, but I thought we did. We went back to their pad in the afternoon for a swim and a few drinks, but I was back here in time to watch the Spartans kick some more Indiana butt.

Sunday Report
It was the kittens first foray into the great outdoors. We enjoyed a beautiful sunny morning with coffee and the Sunday paper pool side and watched the little buggers explore their new huge world. For the most part they were fine, but there's always that freak out moment when they disappear through the fence for the first time and you are sure you will never see them again. They both came back no worse for the wear. But as I sit here this morning, they are clawing at the door to go out. They know what's out there now and they WANT it. Unfortunately for them, I'm in no mood to go out and chaperone.

There's nothing that will screw up your week more than a poor nights rest on Sunday night. Blame it on the mexican food or the fact that Barry fucking Manilow was dining two tables over. That's enough to ruin a meal for some people - especially me. The entire restaurant was abuzz with b-list star fucking and hushed cell phone calls "You'll never believe who's here!!" Guess what... no one cares about Barry fucking Manilow anymore (except for my step-mother in-law who is madly in love with the man and will completely freak when she hears about it). He's a local, and while the Mandy Lovers were readying their pens and paper out front (thankfully, no one approached his table) he slipped out the back door. So sorry you missed your chance to meet a real live nobody!

Tell me why I don't like Mondays
So any way, last night I was plagued by nightmares and tossing and turning. Dreams of recent personal events twisted and turned into my being a cruel and heartless person - causing needless emotional pain in others. Waking every half hour or so to stare into the darkness and wonder what time it was and to mutter obscenities. I cursed the rice and beans, cursed the man who writes the songs. So I'm a little cranky this morning. It's monday. I have a lot of work to do. I have to figure out a valentines day something. It's cold and cloudy and it's befitting my mood. Stay out of my way.