All this fun in the sun I’ve had this weekend has left me as a drained husk with an upset stomach. That could also be the allergies talking. Or, it’s the bbq plate I had at a benefit event I attended this afternoon . Either way, CSP and I took a poorly timed nap, and suddenly it was 8pm, and the weekend was over. Sigh. It was time for CSP and Clementine to head southbound home.
This past week I was on special assignment, which I am not at liberty to discuss (damn those confidentiality agreements), and it left me beyond exhausted. It involved a lot of walking—walking that included stairs, with free carb-loaded lunches that had everyone feeling sluggish in the afternoons. By Thursday night, I was in bed by 6:30pm, and when it was over at the end of Friday, the best I could do was shuffle along side CSP at the grocery store lightly whining as he picked out a dinner for us (hot dogs!).
Yesterday, after much sleeping and frolicking, we drove out to Kingsland, TX where we hung out on Lake LBJ with some of CSP’s friends (including the daughter of one of them, and her two friends—lounging around with three gorgeous 16-year-old girls in our bikinis is a humbling experience). The lake was very shallow where the pontoon boat anchored, and so there wasn’t really any swimming—more like kneeling on my knees on the sandy bottom (that sounded wicked dirty, but there was next to no sexy times out there in the water—there were teenagers watching after all) letting the water lap about my body in the most soothing, cooling way. I rode my first wave runner (which, if I understand correctly, is the wimpy little brother to the jet ski), but I didn’t drive it. I’m just not that brave.
Last night, we hauled our sun-dazzled asses over to our friends, where we watched Goonies out on their porch. We brought a bucket of fried chicken, ate tons of popcorn (after several months of popping corn by hand on the stove, microwave popcorn tastes nasty to me), and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. We ran home, got all handsy, and passed out surrounded by some kittens.
Then there was today, which was mostly good (for reasons I won’t go in to because it will just sound all mushy, and then all of us will be puking in our hands at how soft I’ve become). There was a particularly low, low point, and while it was happening, I thought of all the different ways I would write about it. It was so thoroughly upsetting, but really, after such a fantastic weekend otherwise, I think I should just get over it, and let it go. It’s the old complaint of strangers feeling they have the right to touch me, grab at me, simply because I have tattoos. It makes me so angry.
Ahem.
The benefit was for Julie Ann Gonzalez, who went missing on 3/26/10. I know this blog doesn’t exactly have the largest audience, but please do hit the link for further information. It’s a sad story, and the case is basically cold. Typical police bullshit, and all that. Repost as you see fit. Thank you!
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