Wherein My World Gets Set Straight
My funk is, finally, over. Over. OVER. O.V.E.R. And I hate to admit what it took, but I will
It took a day completely, fully, wholly, unattached. Captain Sarcastic took Sun to Jazz Fest today, and because I had to work yesterday I was not in the office today. Ten plus hours of me-time! Ah, it was a luxury just to think of it. I wanted to do NOTHING of the things I normally do; I needed to do something other than the same places with the same faces.
Yesterday on the twitter, talks were had about meeting for drinks this afternoon. Things were settled on Cooter Brown’s. Then, later in the evening on the twitter, Bud’s Broiler came up. And before long, YatPundit and I had made plans to meet for lunch for a Number 4 and Number 3, respectively, each with cheese fries.
So once CS and Sun were off this morning, I spent an hour cleaning. I got more cleaning done in that one alone-hour than I have in the past year! It was amazing.
Then lunch. I LOVE a burger at Bud’s Broiler; they are char-grilled and yummy. But today the focus wasn’t on the food; it was on the company, the conversation. We talked about blogging, twittering, lawyering. We talked about the proposed church closings, cemeteries, where we went to high school. We talked about being a cultural catholic, and about being a parent. We talked and talked and talked. No babies, no office calls.
After three and a half hours, I needed to leave. I had meant to run to the knitting store between lunch and my next agenda item, but that fell to the wayside. YatPundit and I parted and I drove to Old Metairie to meet Katie at Lovejoy Spa for a pedicure. I haven’t had a pedicure since I was pregnant–a year and a half ago. It was JUST what I needed. Adult activities with adults with no children. We talked about weddings and doctors and weddings OF doctors. It was decadent. I could have sat in that vibrating chair for two pedicures.
Then Katie and I parted–her to nap and me to head to Cooter Brown’s. At Cooter Brown’s, Yat Pundit arrived and then WarriorEngineer. And so did my cousin and two of his friends. We drank beers from “around the world.” And I ate a dozen raw oysters. Their oysters are some of the best in the city: super fresh, ice cold and salty. Oh, and yeah, MORE cheese fries. Damn, their cheese fries are amazing: hot discs of potatoes SMOTHERED in dripping hot melted cheese.
At the end of it all, I got a call from CS sounding downright frazzled. This is a sound usually found in MY voice, not his. All day at Jazz Fest alone with Sun–including an exploding diaper and port-o-lets–had taken its toll. I was needed back home.
Walking in the front door to a bathed Sun (Sun-bathed?) and an apologetic husband (he was sorry he’d interrupted my day alone–can you believe?), I was rejuvenated, refreshed. I AM rejuvenated, refreshed.
I am appreciative of the blessings of my life, of my family, of this lil blog o’ mine, of the comments and e-mails you, my amazing readers, sent me regarding my last post.
I am a lucky gal. And all I needed was a bit of exclusive me-time to feel it all again.