I know. I’m totally not interesting anymore (see last entry.) I will plead stress and exhaustion? The last half of this month has been totally bonkers (coincidentally, that was the nickname we had for our overly hyper family dog). However, unlike our family dog, the last half of October has NOT been warm, fuzzy and happy to see me. Where to start? I guess I will start with finding a great apartment and then not getting on the ball enough (financially or paperwork wise) to stake a claim. Then, I come into work last Wednesday to find out that the head of our fair non-profit--to whom I am the assistant--is stepping down and out effective December 2. The major reason I took this job was because I really like her. Now, I’m going to be stuck in this weird limbo awaiting an “interim director” and, apparently, assisting no one. Maybe I will just make up some fake meetings and attend them ALONE.
What else? Oh! On Thursday, coming home from a fairly-swell night out at, perhaps, the only hipster hangout in Richmond, I was pulled over at a sobriety checkpoint. In no particular order I was asked to:
1. Touch my finger to my nose with my eyes closed while the police officer yelled “LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT” at me.
2. Follow a flashlight with ONLY my eyes (difficult for me since I seem to always move my entire head when I look at something).
3. Stand on one leg in 3-inch heel boots and count “One one-thousand, Two one-thousand, three one-thousand.”
I was not deemed intoxicated. Daryl said I nearly missed my nose with one of the commands, but the rest I pretty much chalk up to my freakish sense of balance. I’m certain many sober people have failed this test based on having no balancing abilities. So, that was lots of fun. Then, on Friday I got smacked down with sickness and am still getting over it. I did, however, get to spend the whole weekend watching movies and reading the NYT, so that was fun.
To be fair, I have had some icing on my October cupcake (aside from Daryl arriving)—last night I saw Bruce Springsteen! For those of you who don’t know, Bruce Springsteen (specifically “Born to Run”) breaks my heart in the best way imaginable. I think it might be because my parents liked him a lot, so I have some sentimental tie to him, but his lyrics truly kick some ass. Not to mention what a phenomenal musician he is. He did a live acoustic show in Richmond (!) and I coughed up (literally) $85 to see him. It was amazing. It was him, some cool lights, the stage, a guitar and a harmonica. Take that U2 and the Rolling Stones! I had heard maybe one of the 20 songs he performed and you know what--(insert shock and awe)--it didn’t matter! Each song was so interesting and so well performed that it made me want to buy every Bruce Springsteen album ever. He really is a national treasure. And, I don’t think he has aged since 1988. Extra bonus: the crowd was so tame that there was no unnecessary screaming, no trampling hordes to the bathroom, and everyone stayed seated. That’s right, I’m getting old.
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