Why can’t I think of anything to write about?
I can’t seem to summon the energy to type anything and whenever I start something, I think “That’s stupid. You are a dullard and no one would ever want to read this drivel.” This is what contentment hath wrought. Goddam contentment. I am far more entertaining when angst is involved.
The auction went very well. As far as I can tell sales were up around $10,000 from last year’s event. There were some entertaining drunk people there. The kind of drunks who really care, who get up after $20,000 has been raised, steal the microphone to slur “thank you” and other very deep, meaningful thoughts and observations on society and the role of culture and charity and volunteerism. Words only they can follow and then they start crying. I love those guys. I was not one of them so I can’t write about any asshattery on my own part.
There was a major screw up wherein guests were charged four times their actual bill. I was charged $140 instead of the $35 for the one silent auction item I bought (10 movie passes to the Northwest Film Center and Eleni’s restaurant). I heard about this issue on Tuesday morning and freaked out that somehow it was my fault. There was absolutely no reason or evidence that I had anything to do with the snafu but I broke a sweat anyway. It had nothing to do with me and has since been resolved. Nothing to write about there.
My bestie Trish had pneumonia! But I’m fine.
I’m watching “House of Cards” on Netflix. Anyone else watching this? Initially I didn’t really like it because it appeared that none of the characters have any redeeming qualities. They all appeared to be power-hungry, self-absorbed, megalomaniacs. I like it now that I realize in the previous characterization I was being charitable. As my father used to say, I could watch Kevin Spacey read the phone book and be happy. Except my Dad would say it about Charles Durning or Brian Dennehy. Robin Wright stars as Kevin’s wife. She is really good at being really evil.
Don’t you love Netflix? I do. I recently finished watching all 8 seasons of “Wings”. Now I’m watching “Quincy, M.E.” There’s a ton of good stuff on Netflix for those of us who have tired of reality TV and reality in general. I haven’t really followed the news since November and it’s not bad to live in my own little world.
Wedding is set for May 18. I have reserved the hotel room for our wedding night at the Hotel de Luxe. I have a general idea of what kind of dress I want. Pictures are shown below. I will have to lose the weight and at least 20 years to pull it off.
I have weigh in tonight. I should hold steady or lose an ounce. Hopefully not gain.
Here’s a story from my youth:
One day after school when I was in high school, I was in very high spirits. It was spring and I was feeling very hyper and jolly. Let’s say it was around 1981-82. I was teasing my mom who, as usual, was busy trying to keep her four children organized and fed and clothed and where they needed to be when they needed to be there. I was chewing a piece of BubbleYum bubblegum. I got all hyped up and took the gum out of my mouth and stuck it in my mother’s hair. She stopped and looked at me and said, “What did you just do?” I put my gum in your hair, I said and then started laughing uproariously. My poor mother. She just looked at me like I was insane and then we had to get out the peanut butter to ease the gum out of her hair. I also think scissors were involved.
Really, I got nothin’.