Daily Archives: 04.14.2011

Always In

Kittens, I feel like this week has been the longest week and the shortest week all at once.  Regardless, I’m glad that for all practical purposes, it’s basically over.

A girl can only survive in slacks for so long before they start to tear a hole in her soul.

Yes, that was rhyme-y.  My B.

Tonight, Martha (one of my bridesmaids) came into town for a conference, so she arranged for a girlfriend (translation: sorority sister)-rendezvous at Bacio.

Can we talk about the most perfect of all possible ways to wave goodbye to this wacky week of ours?  Because this was basically it.

Y’all know I’m always in for Bacio.  It’s my kryptonite, embodied in a restaurant.  Just name the date and time.  I’ll be there.

More importantly, I’m always in for anything that involves the mystically healthy, yet probably totally-terrible-for-you combination of red wine, a bread basket, a monster salad and the odd french fry.

Call it comfort food.  Call it a fail-safe.

All I can say is, sorry for partying.

This week, I’ve been enjoying some of the best sleep that I’ve had in a long time.  I mean, it’s not that I usually sleep poorly, but this kind of sleep?

Is a totally different animal.

Like, to the point where rolling out of bed this morning was extremely off-putting because I felt like I had exerted so much energy.  Sleeping.

Since I’m an 11/10 morning person, it was more than just a little bit weird.

In addition to all of this heavy sleeping, I’ve also been dreaming.  With a vengeance.  It’s almost as if to make up for all of the dreaming I don’t do, we really need to knock a couple out of the park every once in a while.

Dream interpreters: Does anyone know what it means for you to dream about having a terrible experience at a salon that does shellac/gel manicures in rural Minnesota (read: Cologne) while you’re waiting for a plate of cheesy hashbrowns?

Because so far, for me all signs are pointing to one hell of a mystery.

How prescient.

What’s your restaurant-kryptonite?

Are you a dreamer?

I know that everybody “dreams.”  But honestly, I remember my dreams SO rarely that it’s rather remarkable for me to be able to express any sort of coherent thought about what happened.