|I started the day so fresh-faced and full of life. By midday I had pizza sauce |
on my shirt, ankles the size of a thigh, and a soul that had been trampled.
There was dropping Chuck's car off at a shop.
There was a retirement party, where I spent 3 minutes with the retiree and 25 minutes with plate after plate after plate of meatballs.
There was picking Chuck's car up from the shop after a $15 fix.
There was keg pickup.
There was me standing next to an open hatchback, waiting for Chuck and The Great Archivist to return with a dolly, when a woman and her children walked past.
"That's what I like to see," she said. "A pregnant lady with a keg."
At one point I had an embarrassing case of road rage at a tourist who didn't understand the concept of a four-way stop. The guy let seven cars go in front of him while he waited, blinker blinking. "It's a Four-Way Stop!" I probably yelled too violently out my window. He indicated for me to pass him on the right. I took advantage of this to tell him that he was an idiot.
Then I collapsed in social shame for the next four hours. I made Chuck tell me over and over and over that I was justified.
I've got to get this baby out of me so I can hopefully resume some semblance of self control.
|Chuck directs website fans to the soiree.|
|Yummy in your tummy.|
|JCrew practices a life with this chair.|
|Chuck talks about the internet.|
|The Great Archivist talks about what it means to be a Grand Poobah.|
After the party I had the kind of social fatigue that requires sensory deprivation. I laid in The Seahorse and Orin kept his little paw on my arm and stared into my eyes. My ankles relaxed, my mood improved and within two hours we were walking into Bayfront Festival Park for Atmosphere-Trampled.
|Some people watch concerts at Bayfront Festival Park from here. |
Also: CAN YOU BELIEVE I LIVE HERE?!
"Call the paramedics," he said. "SHE ALREADY HAS A NAME!"
It was a nice night. Either the entire city was hamboned or someone turned up the gravity on the day. Chuck and I left early for Round 2 of the retirement party but didn't last long. There were too many bodies in one room. And blah, blah, ankles.
We came home and watched four episodes of "How I Met Your Mother" and let the rest of the air deflate from our pores. I elevated my legs on an exercise ball; Chuck hid under a blanket.