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Wrapping Things Up With Liver-Spotted Hands

Thursday, January 25th, 2007

Thursday

Quote of the Day: “Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”

- Oscar Wilde

Have you ever had a short week and then adjusted your mentality to account for the day off? On Monday you say “This is really Tuesday for me…”

Thursday totally has the Friday vibe. You go around all happy, half-assing everything because it’s “Friday.”

The vibe was certainly there today but because I’m me, I felt the need to double up my efforts to get everything done before I left. If you read yesterday’s blog, you know that I am pretty much stripped down to a sad husk of a human being but regardless, I was looking at four days away from the office and everything needed to get tied up in a bow if I was to even have the remotest chance at enjoying myself.

I also thought today would be a good day to get permission from my boss to go. I know, like everything else, I was battling the alligators closest to the raft but luckily, my Colonel OK’ed the trip and I will be able to get on the C-130 tomorrow heading to Miami.

I was also invited to a birthday party. First time that has happened since, I don’t know, I was a kid (no comments about how long ago that was, jackasses!)

The party was for a woman who works at the YMCA at Balboa. I’ve gotten to know her as a result of sheer exposure (stop it!). She is a friend of the friends we have at the hospital (shout out to Paola and Amy) and ends up crashing every function that happens at Balboa. In fact, I’ve started to referring to her as “Ghetto Ass” since it’s the term she used on her self when planning to crash yet another function some time ago.

I’m such a charmer.

I was looking forward to attending this party all day, even though I was utterly exhausted and still had to go home and pack for the trip. My plan was to go home, pick up Carrie, go BACK to San Diego, spend a few hours harassing Evelyn, make an exit, get home and pack, and collapse for a few hours of blissful sleep.

This plan got canxed from the get-go when Carrie tells me on the way home “Let’s not go.”

Her reasoning was that she wasn’t feeling good and our two friends (thanks Paola and Amy) flaked out. Carrie’s argument was that the only one we would know was the party girl and SHE would be uber-busy with all of her friends.

My initial reaction was GOOD! This gave me a chance to get home, spend a little time with the family, and get some rest before taking off for four days. But in another way, had I really been happy that I wasn’t going to a party at a San Diego club?

What is that I hear, the clarion siren of my elderly years making their debut? I thought I had to grow up before I grew old.

Free Advice for Today: “Keep it simple.”

- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

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