2:00 p.m.,
Aug. 18, 2003
My boss just bought a fuckload of ice cream bars in honor of a co-worker's birthday. I had a Fudgesicle. There is seriously enough ice cream to last us until December.
I am so easily placated.
Said co-worker told me a story today about how he almost died on his 25th birthday because he thought he was snorting cocaine and it was really heroin.
I love this guy. He tells these stories like the way most people talk about what they ate for breakfast. (I had a Nutrigrain bar and some coffee, thanks for asking.) Last week, when I noted that Dennis DeYoung of Styx would be serving ice cream at the Ben & Jerry's store on Randolph, he told me that he drove to Arizona with their bassist once. The bassist didn't say a word the whole trip.
I hope I'm that cool when I'm 55.
***
I had a great weekend - my new china cabinet was delivered and it's now filled with barware, sushi dishes and teapots. I saw my friend Andy perform standup and he was great. We got to hang out with Keith's boss and his family, including his 2-year-old son who is so freaking adorable. (He would sing the "ABC" song and upon finishing applaud himself. Repeatedly.) It was very relaxing AND we accomplished quite a bit, so Keith and I were pretty happy at weekend's end.
It's looking to be a stressful week. Keith is seeing movies tonight and tomorrow, which means I'm on my own. Wednesday, we're going out for birthdays, Thursday is my second-to-last running class and Friday finds us heading to Door County. I don't really mind being on my own, but I do like to spend time with my husband and it doesn't look like we'll really get a chance to do so until Friday.
Good thing we've planned that romantic weekend away.