Hey guys and dolls. I'm happy to report that I remained migraineless all day today. I thought I was all clear sailing, but then this evening I found myself in kind of a mood. I don't know if it's the endless Winter, or that I have a bunch of stuff hanging over my head, or that the girls' dad is in a play at the university and I haven't had a night to myself in about a hundred million years, but I just all the sudden felt kind of irritable and needy. In case you've never seen it, trust me, it's a really unattractive combination.
Yes, I was lucky enough after my run to walk and gab with my friends K. and Bridget at the rec building, and I did appreciate that, but I came home and still felt kind of funky. Erik has been really sick the last couple of days, so I tried to restrain myself from bothering him, because I'm sure the last thing he needs is to appease a needy girlfriend on top of dealing with fever, chills, aches and a possible ear infection. So, I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I'm lame and I'm just going to relate a dorky anecdote from this weekend to you. Sorry, it's all I got.
On Saturday night during our little dance party, I was very safely and platonically (mostly clumsily twirling each other around really) dancing with one of the guys who play pool at the Dublin to Lionel Rithie's Easy Like Sunday Morning. There was another couple of chuckle heads dancing a little more closely, and so the guy I was dancing with pointed to them and said, "If I danced with you like those two are dancing, my girlfriend would get really mad."
"I know," I said. "That's why we're dancing so far apart and barely touching each other's hands. I doubt my boyfriend would like that very much either. And see?" I said pointing to the ceiling and this:*
"That's my boyfriend's picture in that deep sea diving helmet there. The guy looked surprised and weirded out and let go of my hand in mid-twirl. "Uh, I think I better go see if it's my turn to play pool now...." and wandered off.
*photo courtesy of Dexter