Filed under: Daily Specials | Tags: eating, flowers, frivolity, life, lunch, observations, people, random, relief, tension, thoughts
Tonight’s drink: Oak Creek Cabernet
There’s something similar about the tensions of a twelve o’clock lunch crowd, and a row of closed daisies, waiting to bloom. You can see that both are queuing for something; there is a restlessness in their still focus on the present.
Then, when the diners have their meals and sit at the groups of tables outside, there is a rhythm to the eating, the drinking and the pausing. Just as the first rays of sun start to warm the outsides of the petals, each bit of nourishment soaks their insides; the hydraulic-like depression pulls the tensions away, and blooms ensue.
The diners sit back in their chairs and begin to carry on conversations again, their quirks and distinguishing marks making them individuals. The flowers, too, are suddenly unique characters, where they were once simply a mark in a carpet of flower beds. The bees take time with each one.
Filed under: Daily Specials | Tags: boredom, random, relief, thoughts, travel, tv, Vegas, work
Tonight’s drink: Banrock Station merlot.
So, I’m sitting here, watching my first official cable tv assignment, Dancing with the Stars. This definitely isn’t the kind of show that you can watch by yourself.
My eyes were so swollen this morning, I could barely put on mascara. But I just drank a lot of water and stayed in my office, and no one seemed to notice too much. I must not have looked too awful, though, because Ryan asked me to meet him and my girl Harper (and probably her husband) for drinks on Thursday. Nothing like getting the weekend started early.
One thing I do wish I would have gotten in on was Halloween. I can’t believe it’s just going to pass me by. And, at this point, I have no idea what I would even throw together. I’ll just default back to the fact that I’m waiting for Vegas.. and I’ll add that I’m saving up for when Halloween is actually on a weekend day again. Yeah… pssh.. who in their right mind…
Let the countdown begin until no work, lots of craziness, alcohol, dancing, looking, flirting, hurting the next morning, and then putting your shades on, pulling your hair up, throwing your bathing suit on, grabbing a liter of bottled water, and letting the sun be your blanket.
Oooh la la.
