I will be without the ability to touch base this weekend, thanks to the recent bad behavior of my computer. So I feel I need to kind of get all my writing out now, here at school. I’ve got forty minutes and not much more to talk about than last night’s dinner, so I’ll see what I can do for ya.
It’s true. Dinner last night was divine. And I mean that semi-sarcastically. I was back to the popcorn, that goes without saying, but I jazzed it up a little bit with an appetizer of cheese and crackers. What did I wash it all down with, you ask? Two bottles of champagne. First, no, I am not a drunk. Second, yes, I was dining alone. Third, no, they were not the huge bottles you are imagining, and fourth, I had a marvelous evening, thanks so much.
For my birthday a month or so ago, Dennis and I went out and bought tons of drinks for the party we threw. Among those drinks were three baby bottles of champagne, one of which I drank that night, leaving the other two behind to sit in the back of my fridge. I’ve been meaning to keep them around to make mimosas with, but I always forget to buy orange juice, and last night got tired of them sitting there. So I had a fabulous night with the Sex and the City girls, a huge bowl of popcorn, and a seemingly endless glass of champange. I also had no school yesterday thanks to the Corpus Christi holiday, so it was all-in-all a perfect day.
Today also is a pretty great day. The sky is so bright blue, totally without clouds, and it’s not cold. My classroom is cold, and probably so is my apartment, but out in the sun it’s perfect. It’s also Friday, which means that I probably couldn’t be in a better mood or feel more optimistic than I do right now. I do feel worn down from the school year, that’s true, but in general, things are g.o.o.d.
So, I was thinking. Since I have two more weekends left here before I come home, and thus only two more opportunities for Hippie Fairs, should we go ahead and have another Something From Brazil contest? I’ve had some pretty good search terms come up recently and would like to throw them out for people who can track back from the search term to the post I’ve written in which the search term appears. Here goes:
“barefoot guy of the year”
“elephant meat, flavor”
“things to use while having broken feet”
“my husband laughs at me” kiss him good
“arabian farewell + high pitch whistle”
As always, post the source in the comments section, and if you’re right, (which you know you will be) you’ll get Something From Brazil. It’s now or never. Or, actually, it’s now or, like, in eight weeks or something.
And then this brings me to my last thought, which is a thought I’ve been holding onto for a while and meaning to write about, but haven’t been able to because I thought it was ridiculous, but, like I said, now that I don’t have a computer I feel the need to just get it all out no matter how ridiculous.
It was about three weeks ago, just before Dennis left, that for the first time in my life, I wished I had a kerchief. We were sleeping with the fan on, and I was awoken by a couple of stray hairs tickling my forehead. And out of nowhere I wished that I were wearing one of those hats that women wore way back then. I used to find no purpose in those things, you know, “Ma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled down for a cold winter’s nap.” But then three weeks ago, I had an actual need for one. And I woke up in the middle of the night wishing for a kerchief. It would have been a funny sight. I think the last time I saw one was on an episode of “Golden Girls.”
And so, with those golden thoughts, I leave you for the weekend to ponder the flavor of elephants, the sound of motorcycles, and the purpose of nighttime head gear. I’m getting pretty desperate for material here. Can’t wait to come home.