1 post tagged “clubbing”

Yesterday was my first real day completely back in the land of the living. I woke early, feeling blissfully rested, and began a day of small errands--cleaning the house, organizing my garage and my tool bench (yes, MY tool bench), and pulling all the dollar weed out of the front lawn. I also took Evita for her first real walk in two weeks, and we were both glad to be out in the sunshine.

I also went out on the town a bit last night, attending a birthday party for a friend. It was quite the schedule. I skipped dinner and the after party, but went to the pre-party and the club--a new Austin club, Pangea. (It's a nice place, and they've got at least one girl dancer who can move her body like a cyclone, so it was an entertaining night all around.) Just one quick anecdote for the evening: Before we left the apartment, the birthday boy took me aside and started to  chastise me about not planning to go to the after-party. He said, "Come on, Vanessa, don't do this to me," jokingly of course, and then said, "besides, there's someone I want you to meet." My completely filterless response was to look him in the eye and blurt out, "I'm not divorced yet." I immediately felt like, oh, I don't know...some sort of provincial greenhorn...I mean, of all the witty things I could have said (and trust me, I'm quite the witty girl), that's what popped out of my mouth. Good grief. I guess I will have to work on visualizing actually looking for love instead of just hoping and praying for it.

I'm relaxing now, but I have a banana pudding to make for a Super Bowl party so I need to log off in a sec. But first,today's ridiculous moment, brought to you by staying out late and being distracted on the phone. So, I went to the grocery store earlier to pick up a few things, and when I was finished I walked out the door and blankly stared at the parking lot. I absolutely could not remember where I parked. And I'm not talking about, "I thought I was in this aisle, but I was one over," I mean that I had no recollection of parking at all and no idea of where my car might be. Close in? Off to the right? No joke, I wandered about eight aisles of the parking lot, up and down and back again, for about ten minutes before I found my car. (Dear lord, I'm not even thirty and I'm turning into my mother!)