So yesterday evening I went with my mom to this place, Theatro ZinZanni (sp?) for her 60th birthday. I was pretty sure that this was going to be the cheesiest thing ever….but it ended up being super fucking rad. It’s beasically a five course meal accompanied with circus, cabaret and comedy….just go, it’s worth the money.
So had an amazing time, blazed through about 2 bottles of red wine with my mom….drove home (way wrong choice) and ended up at my apartment trashed and laughing my ass off at my man friend who had stopped by…had amazing sex (at least that’s what I remember) and passed out….
I slowly opened my eyes this morning and felt a screaming headache coming on. It was 4am, almost time to get up so I headed back to bed for a minute….a long minute. Wake up again….it’s 10AM!!! I sort of panic, but go to my purse to get my phone to call into work….no fucking phone, NO GODDAMN phone. In my drunken stupor, I left that damn phone in the restroom. So I waltz into my office at 11am, and am totally ashamed of myself…I’m not a slacker but I am sure I look like one.
So here I am…totally unmotivated and about to go home. Grrrrr.
I also realized that my brother’s birthday is this Saturday….he would’ve been 26yrs old…total bummer. I feel bad for my mom, because her birthday is only a few days from his and I can only imagine how difficult it is. We had a “birthday party” for him last year….and I’m sorry, but it was just creepy and bizarre. Here we are, singing “Happy Birthday” over a cake….faking smiles…it was weird. This is going to sound impersonal, but there are no more birthdays for Tanner….he’s dead, gone…not getting older.
Anyway…yeah.
