Another eventful day, some parts of it slowed down by allergies and a strange need to take a nap at 1:00 pm. But that's the glory of working from home. I can fax out letters at midnight and take an impromptu snooze at noon. Yeah, things could be worse.
I was on a mission this week for the perfect cookie sheet and the perfect foam pillow. What can be more joyful than fresh cookies and great rest?
A bunch of us got together tonight to watch "The Apprentice" never-say-die marathon and munch on Italian from Ugo. Then out of nowhere we saw my cousin Sarah in the shot -- right there hugging Kelly after they announced his hiring (and after Regis Philbin blabbed about some shit). I immediately got on the phone and on IM trying to figure out how Sarah knew Kelly and what she was doing in New York. The verdict is still out on that, but my preliminary analysis is that it's some San Diego connection, since that's where he's from... And happily, Sarah looks as great on TV as she does in person.
Jose caught me today saying "inscrutable" twice in 12 hours. I also got a comment before that I said "serviceable" twice in at least a 12-hour frame. How do I befriend so many vocabulary police? "Well, you should be careful with high-profile words," Jose advised.
Today I remembered a time in Mexico, actually just south of the border, when we ended up at a cigar bar listening to a live band and having mojitos. (Actually, I had red wine.) A girl got to go up there and sing Shakira's "Antologia" with the live band. I was at once envious and enthralled because I knew every lyric and wanted to be up there, soaking in the perfect music. I remember the tone of the drums and the reverberating guitar, and how softly lit it all was. Maybe I'll be back someday.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 11:03 PM
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