babble
Monday, April 19, 2004
And the mist will wrap around us:
I had the best weekend ever in the history of all good weekends. It was so good that I am almost afraid to write about it, because everything is going so well right now that I will probably jinx myself and end up getting audited by the IRS, sent to prison for something I didn't do, beaten and stabbed by a roving pack of flatulent spider monkeys, or befriended by Carrot Top. However, because I love each and every one of my readers and because you are all not only incredibly witty, intelligent, and good-looking, but also really patient with my wildly varying posting frequency, I will give you some vague highlights, in hopes of appeasing your curiosity while also avoiding jinxation. Just remember, if I end up screwing up my good luck and you start seeing photos of me with Carrot Top in the Enquirer, it's all your fault.
This weekend I: led Grant, Jill, Jeff, Jay, Wil, and Cybele around the Brewery artwalk at various times and speeds; played with toys; did not sleep alone; bought this and another piece from Kevin; ate far too many carbohydrates and not nearly enough sushi; bought some metal art from Alex; witnessed the resurrection of the leg warmer as fashion accessory; bought a painting from one of my favorite painters ever, CJ Kang; and felt incredibly comfortable, content, and happy despite having attained phlegm production levels that neared mythic proportions.
Perhaps this run of good luck is the universe's way of making things up to me after I was sick all last week. If so, I will gladly engage in phlegm production on a regular basis in order to ensure the continuation of my incredible string of good fortune. Luck of the Irish, indeed.
I know I didn't do this weekend justice, but believe me when I say it was so amazing that I am still not entirely convinced that I wasn't dreaming.
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