Yesterday I finally felt better, physically. Did a few errands and such. I am so relieved.
Now all week, while I’ve been sick, I’ve had my eye on getting to a party last night. A friend of mine and his girlfriend are known for throwing great parties, and I’ve never been to one. Pete is about ten years older than me and has been a working musician for probably 30 years. He and I have a great and loving and flirtatious relationship, and his girlfriend is pretty damn terrific. So a houseful of their friends sounded like an event I needed to be at. And I was feeling up for it (yay!), though I figured, no drinking and home around midnight. Ha!
I pulled it very together, considering I’d been sick all week and crying in bits all day. Again, nothing horrible, but I think about things and tears leak. I wore the jacket that Joe bought me… it was perfect for this event. A sparkly black too-much-cleavage-revealing tank top underneath, and then just jeans and boots and a fabulous party face of makeup. It all came off pretty amazing, if I do say so myself. (If I Do Say So Myself… great blog name.) Oh! And at the last minute I took my earrings off and, remembering what I had written in a different blog, switched to a more magical choice.
The party was loaded with incredible men, many of whom were musicians. Read the rest of this entry »
