>So, Alex is now in St. Petersburg; he informs me that as he is nine hours ahead of us, he’ll shortly look up the winning lotto numbers and give them to me. Heh.
In any case, I’m off to ALA in Anaheim early Thursday am, and he’s back in Texas the day afterward… I’ll be back late the following Monday. We do get around these days.
Yesterday, my department enjoyed a lovely party at Clarice’s house. Four of us ladies actually stayed in the pool until 10pm. ‘Twas quite nice; I haven’t been night-swimming in quite a while, and I’ve sorely missed Clarice since her retirement a few weeks ago. I stayed to chat with the last stragglers until 11pm, and was back in McKinney at midnight, then groggily woken up at 6:30 by Alex’s call to say he was at his layover in London. Then it was off to church with pals Amy and Jaime, who also treated me to a scrumptious lunch of breakfast tacos, and rushed home for my first IM-session with Alex, once he finally got to his St. Petersburg hotel. We talked about Russian traffic and vessel sinks, primarily. (Ah, the joys of house-building.)
I believe the only things on my weekend list that actually got accomplished were purchasing a vanity for the new house’s downstairs guest bath, and looking at a lot of vessel sinks and faucets. Here it is nearly 10pm and I haven’t ripped a single CD, or cleaned my desk, or packed for California, or written any in my novel. Ah, well.
I have discovered this, however: Vader and stormtroopers dancing to Thriller. Which pretty much glows with Pure Awesome, considering it combines two of my greatest delights. Actually, make that three–I was going to say Star Wars and Thriller, but also the concept of a Dance-Off itself. Yep, Pretty Stinkin’ Awesome.