The Thinker

I'm sure you all are dying to know the details about my weekend in Philly. Well, all I will say here is that it was good. Any more information than that will cost you lunch and 2 martinis. Here are some photos:

Tut on the steps outside the Franklin Institute.

The Thinker by Rodin

I'm going to stray a bit and vent rather than try to analyze or entertain . . . these are the bad things I'm thinking about tonight:

1) It sucks to work lots of overtime only to need the money for immediate, necessary car repairs (work with me, people, it was a broken AC in NoVA in August!!).

2) It sucks when the friend for whom you drove out of your way, on your only night off, to pick up from the airport, says it's out of her way to drive you to work (half the distance to the airport!) one time when you don't have your car.

3) It sucks to watch Chapelle's Show alone and remember the last time you watched it was with someone really special. And you laughed. And he laughed. And you miss his laugh because you haven't heard it in so long.

I may sound down, but I'm not. I'm accepting, I'm forgiving, and I'm patient. Here are the good things I'm thinking about tonight:

1) Today is my best friend's birthday, and I celebrated it in my head all day because his presence in my life is such a gift to me.

2) Prospective lunch with a fine gentleman prospect.

3) Mom & Dad are coming to visit in a few days.

What I've been up to lately:

1) Work.

2) The Magic Flute opera at Wolf Trap.

3) Bodies exhibit.

4) Weird Al concert!


And there it is. Your little voyeristic fetish satisfied by a fleeting glimpse into my wacky-ass world. Is it really so crazy?