And I knew that I wanted to go to the show in DC with Molly.
The Nashville concert (for which I had already 4th row tickets) was canceled - and most of the money was refunded to my credit card. It was more clear how important the DC show would be to my year of saying yes to concert opportunities.
I flew to DC on Sunday to stretch my MOLLY time as much as reasonable (given my work trip last week and my work trip next week). We diddled on Sunday afternoon, chatting and my napping to make up for my day starting at 3 am. We ate pizza and ice cream while watching Mad Men.
On Monday, we did some shopping at Target (bottled water) and REI (low-backed lawn/camp chairs). We ate at Chipotle. We went to meet and greet potential kitty adoptees. We went to Molly's sister's place to play the new Lego Harry Potter Wii game. We traveled back to Molly's house to have dinner with her husband and her mom.
Tuesday morning, Molly and her mom let me sleep in while they did some family business. When I got up and ready, we went to Panera for breakfast. We went to meet and greet other potential kitty adoptees. We traveled back to Molly's house, and had lunch with Molly's sister's friend. We packed the vehicle and headed to the venue.
We arrived with plenty of time to find a nice spot on the lawn for our blankets and chairs, with a good view of the stage, and more importantly - the jumbo screen. We had packed water, snacks, card games, and sunscreen. Once camped, we were good for the several-hour wait until Main Stage performances.
~ realizing that I get to hang out with MOLLY in 17 days
~ having enough $ in savings to pay off the credit card balance
~ leftover crappy mexican food
~ having my library card renewed so I can reserve stuff online
~ receiving very encouraging words from division chief
~ remembering to wash and line dry swimsuit
~ free four day preview of Showtime
bought a new car, Mazda3, graphite
bought rose-gold swirly earrings - according to the post office they were processed in Las Vegas post office on Thursday
got a massage - made some phone calls and found my favorite massage person at a little shop in West Little Rock - 1 hour of glorious relaxation followed by a quiet evening on the couch with kitties
saw a really excellent documentary (Warrior Champions) with pearlbeachlady as part of a fundraiser for the Clinton School of Public Service - won two tickets from the Little Rock Film Festival
finished a major goal of my current workload (chapter 3 is out for agency technical review), and have a half-strategy for the seemingly insurmountable pile of work still on the desk
at the point in the semester when I am tired of going to class, even though the subject matter is my favorite (macro!)
filling my new U-Verse dvr with movies on the Sundance channel
reading Stroke of Insight and (pardon the pun) gaining some amazing insight into the way the left and right brains work
emailed two people, regarding becoming a volunteer for the screening committee for the documentary film festival - something I've wanted to do for years - got a response from one of the two, saying my message would be forwarded to the festival and film programming director
starting to think about making a trip to DC next year to visit MOLLY!!! - and will be timing it to match the Lilith Fair concert date, yet to be announced
looking forward to knit nite - even if I'll be grading quizzes
sending her all kinds of love and support
Her Aslan kitty is very sick. She will most likely have to make that awful trip to the vet soon.
Love that boy. He may have had a unpleasant reputation in his younger days, but by the time I met him (he was 10) - he had mellowed to occasional nipping while getting pats. I know the Aslan that likes to knead MOLLY's hair, lay on floor vents in the winter for heat, and cry for treat at 5pm.
It's always hard to end a vacation with Molly. I want her to live next door to me for the rest of my life. (I was shameless in trying to get her to buy the house next to mine.) We snark on life, eat ice cream, watch horrible movies, and obsess over how often the word "apparently" comes up in everyday conversation. (Seriously. Start counting. There's an epidemic of "apparently.")
So I'm in post-Molly slump, wanting to drive back up to her house, sit on the couch with some ice cream and a diet coke, and watch a movie. Or sit at the dining table with ice cream and a diet coke, and play a game. (Instead, I _need_ to read more of a big work document, and prepare myself for a really important day tomorrow.)
It's hard to leave, because it may be another year (literally, since I saw her last March) before we're together again. It may be never, which her blod clot completely freaked me out. Part of my resolving is to spend much more time with people who bring out the best in me, and Molly is one of the people who do that.
We ate brownies and vanilla ice cream last night.
I got more sleep.
I woke to a kitty scratching on the door, wanting to nap on the bed (without me, thank you very much).
We went to Barnes & Noble for our morning outing.
I purchased Killer Bunnies for the household.
We ate sandwiches, chips, and leftover manicotti for lunch.
We played Outrage, Quirkle, and Killer Bunnies.
We ate brownies and vanilla ice cream.
We're watching Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest.
Every day should be a vacation day with Molly.
I rented a car, and drove from the airport to Molly's house without drama or confusion.
We ate sausage, ricotta, and basil calzones. I had baklava for dessert.
We watched a terrible movie (Happy Endings) and conversated.
I got surprisingly good sleep.
I ate a bacon, ham, and cheese omelette with biscuits at greasy diner this morning.
We took a short shopping trip to Blockbuster and Target.
We watched my favorite terrible movie (Sordid Lives) while I finished a certain blanket with a crocheted border.
We ate cheeseburgers and velveeta shells for lunch.
We watched a good movie (Pirates of the Caribbean) and I attempted checking work email (fail).
No flying today.
The plane was late to arrive. We boarded the plane. I was chatting with the lady to my left and the flight attendant. We got the safety demonstration and backed out of the gate. We sat and waited. The captain said there was a malfunctioning brake temperature gauge. He rebooted the plane. (seriously. powered down and rebooted.) We still had a malfunctioning brake temperature gauge. We pulled back into another gate, where a mean diminutive man told us that the flight was canceled. We all had to exit the plane, go back down to the ticket agents to get other flights. Mine isn't until tomorrow morning.
She's been discharged from the hospital, with an appointment with her general doctor in the morning. She's supposed to keep moving around (which is bizarre to me after forcing her to be still for days). She has taken a proper shower. She's forming a nest in the living room.
Thank you for all good thoughts.
I arrived safely in Las Vegas, and checked into my off-the-strip hotel last night. Unlike all the giggling adults on the plane from DFW, I'm actually working this week. I'm in a conference room with 15 men and 1 other woman. We're reviewing the safety and consequences of dams. The highlight of teh morning: fountain diet coke available during breakfast!
The long version:
( snipped for sanity )
striped kitty snuggled up on my legs - turns a year old on tax day
carry a small "rite in the rain" desert tactical notebook in my purse - for lists of things I need to remember
grading to do this weekend
square dancing jubilee watching tomorrow night