This weekend was a little bizarre. First, our micro-climate went from essentially Brigadoon:
. . . in the course of one night. It’s embarrassing how quickly my bloodstream and mentality have reverted from Boston hardiness back to that of a SoCal infant. I appreciated that crazy fog in theory (a change of scenery!), but after I waited a few minutes and Gene Kelly did not come tap dancing out of it . . . pretty much done.
Twilight Zone Moment #2: I suggested going to Anthropologie (in the way that one suggests winning the lottery), and M was like, “Yes, let’s totally do that. Also, let’s go to IKEA again.” Someone in this household is undergoing a major apartment-decorating fever, and it is not me. (Am I along for the ride? Um, yes).
The end to the upside-down weekend was having some of our faves over for dinner. We see these guys all the time, there’s nothing weird about that. I mean, it could be a little strange when a couple of your best friends decide that they like, like each other. . . but it’s pretty much a great situation when you’re happy, they’re happy, and you don’t have to spend a whole bunch of time convincing a new person that seeing whether you could fit in as a sea creature is perfectly acceptable dinner table entertainment. Observe:
I can’t meet any new people: I have to spend that time working on my manatee impression.