I walked to work today.
My eyes kept tearing from the wind and the tears froze right to my little eyelashes. And the best part of it all is that the heat is broken at our office.
Tonight is drink, dance and be merry, complete with out of town guests, provactive behavior and... curly hair. All I need is a pair of really great shoes and I'll be a new woman for the night. It is pay day...
J is throwing a party tomorrow night. I said I'd go. The party is basically a coming out event to announce he and New Girl as an official couple. It'll be a scream. Funny thing is, I actually can't wait to meet this girl. He's so crazy about her.
I don't feel much like me today. Maybe it's the cold. Maybe it's this not-sleeping thing. Maybe it's that I have a whole bunch of thoughts in my head, and can't focus enough to write them. Last night, I came home, and took some Godiva ice cream and my cell phone into the tub. I sat in the steamy water, eating some really rich chocolate, and made a phone call.
G: Wow, my horoscope didn't predict this.
H: (laughing) Hi. Where are you?
G: Baltimore. You know, saving the world. How you doin'?
H: Cold. And tired. I wish you were here to take a nap with me.
G: Here I fantasize about getting a booty call from you for YEARS and now, when I'm a zillion miles away...
H: HA! And if you knew I was callin' you from the tub...
G: Sweet Lord.
H: Besides, I'd wouldn't be using you for your body so much as your body HEAT.
G: Hmm... you do have the coldest fingers known to man.
H: Remember how I used to stick them in your arm pits? You loved that.
G: (laughing) You're such a weird girl. (long silence) I miss you being weird.
H: I miss you, too. Sounds busy there. Maybe I should let you get back to saving the world, Governor?
G: (chuckle) Remember how you said you wanted to marry me so you could wear little white gloves and have tea time with ladies with big hair?
H: Hell yes. One of the few good things about being a politician's wife, right?
G: There are at least ten women in gloves and big hair in this room right now. You'd be in heaven.
H: Call one of them Buffy for me, will you?
G: Will do. Be good. Love you.
H: Love you, too.
Hot bath, cold ice cream and an old flame. I suspect that there's no greater therapy. Well, sex might be nice, but it's really too cold to shave my legs.
A true love would celebrate unshaven legs, revel in the H'ness of them. :-)
Posted by: Patron Saint of Drunken Fornication at January 9, 2004 12:15 PMthe bath! the chocolate! the inneundos! the politicians!
you're way better than anything on TV.
Posted by: julia at January 9, 2004 12:53 PMHmmm... I must be a hell of a writer, cause my life is NOT that good. :P
And I have a sneaking suspicion that my beloved politician will one day figure out that he's a man's man. ;)
Posted by: Fish at January 9, 2004 01:22 PMWow. It's like I suddenly stepped into a Carrie Bradshaw moment. Do you have an inappropriately bawdy-in-public friend, a red-headed lawyer friend, and a slightly uptight secretly sex-kittenish friend who you hang out with in diners? Cause now that SITC is going off air, I do need more entertainment, and I could vote your life be turned into a show for HBO. (Seriously-- this isn't sarcasm.) I live vicariously through you sexy singles. :)
Posted by: Kim at January 9, 2004 01:28 PMGodiva makes ICE CREAM!?!?! *falls off chair*
And I sympathise for the cold fingers. The only way I can seem to warm them up is by holding a cup of tea for 20 minutes or leaving them under hot running water.. aaaaah... heaven.
Posted by: dd at January 9, 2004 02:04 PM"Hot bath, cold ice cream and an old flame"
Damn, that does sound nice.
Posted by: Dan at January 9, 2004 03:53 PMThis is the third wonderful entry in as many days. You are really cranking out some great stuff this week.
Posted by: Michael at January 9, 2004 04:47 PMSounds like a lovely old flame...
Posted by: finelyspungirl at January 9, 2004 05:59 PMWere your eyelashes sparkly when the eye juice froze on them? Que pretty!
Posted by: michybrit at January 9, 2004 06:36 PM