It’s been a while since I’ve written. Things are much the same. I have resigned (resigned is the wrong word) to life in Fayetteville. It’s been more of an attitude change than anything else. I realized it is a great place to live, I have friends and family here. And, I don’t want to waste my life wondering what will become of it. So… that’s where I am, same job, same house, same car, different attitude. Sortof.
My attitude-adjustment has a lot to do with one of my friends moving back to the area and the possibility for more. We have a delightful business idea that will probably never come to fruition. We want to buy and renovate an old theater and show indie movies and serve adult beverages.
There was a tornado warning the other night. I was so scared I made Robert pile into the bathtub with me, Opal and Wiggles. We sat in there for 20 minutes, listening to the radio, flashlight in hand before I became convinced that it had passed.
I am currently looking forward to taking my beloved boyfriend to my beloved New Orleans. I absolutely cannot wait. I have about 20 restaurants to pack into 9 meals. I think Robert will love it as much as I do. We’re staying with my bestie, Sara in her lovely adult flat. I am counting down the days. 15 days. I have some crash dieting to attend to.
My mom is doing this crazy diet called HCG. It basically tricks your body into thinking that you’re pregnant and in a famine, so it burns fat and you can only eat 500 calories. I told her that’s anorexia, but apparently it’s not. She looks amazing. I’m jealous but too lazy to do anything about it.
Oprah is having a karaoke contest. Last night, Lydia (my friend who just moved back to town) and I dragged our high school friend Chris and our new friend Korey (with a K) to You know Uno. When we arrived, we were the only participants, we sang and sang. I sang “Son of a preacher man”, “The nearness of you” and “Cry me a river”; a duet with Lyd on “I wanna dance with somebody”, “Never gonna get it” and with Chris on “I’ll be there”. I need to add to my repertoire. Lydia sang a stunning rendition of “And I’m telling you” from dreamgirls. I recorded her on that one, but her camera ran out of memory a verse into it. I guess we’ll have to repeat the performance if we want to submit to the big O.
Winter has come early but life is good. Going to get my boyfriend to retrieve my winter shoes from the attic tonight and eat dinner with some girlfriends. I’m looking forward to it all. I am a sponge.