Song Lyric of the Day:
And ev’rything looks so complete / When you’re walkin’ out on the street / And the wind catches your feet / And sends you flyin’, cryin’ / Ooh-wee! / The wild night is calling
John Mellencamp & Meshell Ndegeocello / “Wild Night”
8:05PM.
My workweek is over. Work was fine, if a bit slow, this week; that should be changing in the next couple of weeks, which will no doubt send me into my typical Henny-Penny-like stress mode. At least I only set the metal detector off once this week.
I just got back from dinner with my sister-in-law, Shauen, at Big Ed’s Pizza. She was a newbie to the place, so I enjoyed introducing her to this particular Oak Ridge institution. We had a fun dinner, catching up on our week while devouring a large pizza. Factor in that I also had Pizza Hut pizza for lunch at work today, and I’ve met my pizza quotient for the time being. We had pizza to celebrate a coworker’s birthday; another coworker made a coconut-cream birthday cake which was to die for. I mentally smoked a cigarette after having a piece. It was that good.
I’m really looking forward to the weekend. Not only is tomorrow my first payday (yay!), but on Saturday Samantha and I are heading to Nashville for Vanessa’s bachelorette party. Lord help me, I have a strong feeling I may end up line dancing for the first time as well as going to my first ever male revue. I know what you’re thinking: she’s never been line dancing. Crazy, I know.
You crack me up, Pattie. I CAN believe you’re going line dancing. I CAN’T believe you’re going to an all-male revue! Too funny.
We are going to a male-revue?! WTF?! That’s news to me!
Yes, I’ll be there, reviewing you…(cough cough my spies are everywhere)
(evil laughter emanates from behind you)
PS. Major update on http://www.anthological.com… if you like art come on over. If you hate art come on over and tell me why!
MD–
Tell me about it. I’m not dead set on watching wangerdoodles flopping around in time to techno music, but I figure it’s my little sister’s bachelorette party, so why not live a little? And I know at the ripe old age of 26* it would be a totally different experience for me.
*Not actual age. This number is in fact complete bullsh!t.
Thanks for spying on me, honey. And I love the shamless plug for your blog, http://www.anthological.com. That’s http://www.anthological.com. 😉
Get ready to boot scoot boogie! Its heal toe dosey doe come on baby lets go!