webcowgirl

Modern dance done to Foreigner, Aldo Nova, and Guns & Roses was surely the cure for what ailed me yesterday. The sad bit was that I was fully exhausted (home and slept for an hour beforehand) and that shadowdaddy had to work so late he didn't even get to come home before the show and wound up meeting splendid_geryon and me at the Comet, where we were huddled over a pizza and much needed alcohol. But somehow watching half naked and extremely attractive male and female dancers prance around, engage in sexuality-ambiguous flirting with all comers, and lick sugar off of each other and themselves got us all laughing so hard that much of the day's (and week's) hassles melted away. Unfortunately, they only half-melted; I'd had enough sucked out of me that I was home by 10:30 (immediately after the show) and in bed at 11:30, my normal weekday time, too tired to even update the LJ (which means I'm broken, basically). I am such a party animal. (The show goes again tonight and next weekend, DON'T MISS IT!)

I feel like I could keep drinking for most of today. I've got a break from finishing the taxes (gkr, I still need your help!), it's too wet for me to want to take a walk on the shores of Lake Washington, so my to-do list is seeming much shorter and a nap most attractive. I've got a suprise birthday party at Medgar Evars this evening and then a counter-Con games party near Volunteer park, but otherwise I'm thinking my grand accomplishments for today are likely to be buying a ham for lunch tomorrow and maybe getting myself a pretty new shirt or two at the Bon, er, I mean Macy's, as they are having a sale. I should probably break down and get my dahlias potted up, but, well, I don't know, there's the kitty snoozing on the couch and it just really looks like she's got the right idea ...