Monday, September 2, 2013
Day 94: Some Things Are Better Left As Memories
And we celebrated our last day of summer with one of our traditions: boy movie, girl movie. The boys went to see my spiritual husband Hugh Jackman in The Wolverine (Husband says I need to see it, if only for the scene in which Wolverine takes a bath, oh my); the girls went across the street to see our gal Shailene Woodley in The Spectacular Now, which was depressing as all giddy-up, but SHAILENE WOODLEY! We love her very much.
And then we had dinner at a yummy Asian fusion place in Danvers; Husband and Mimosa shared many plates of Chinese food, Martini had Pad Thai, and I had very divine sushi; if we'd only thrown in some Korean and Burmese snacks, we could've covered a whole continent. It was excellent.
And now we're home to do the final scrubbing and rinsing and shellac-ing in prep for that wonder of wonders: the first day of school!!!! It's worth noting that no one seems quite as excited about this as I am. I plan to make an excellent breakfast for everyone (to somewhat atone for my very obvious delight), so in a minute I'll head over to Trader Joe's for some Canadian bacon, also limes so I can properly celebrate.
I'd said that once they were all out the door, I planned to make a pitcher of margaritas and dance in my scanties. I have now somewhat refined the plan; I will do some yardwork and work up a good sweat after they go, then turn to my good buddy Jose Cuervo.
Because, sister, I did almost nothing this weekend but sit. And eat. And drink wine. Though I did read a lot of good books, and that was cool. But today, even though it's humid and overcast, I took a long sweaty walk before the movie, and my only movie snacks (in lieu of lunch) were dry popcorn and diet Pepsi, and I am back in the Spartan swing o' things. And so, like I said, some good sweaty yardwork tomorrow, and possibly zumba tomorrow night to make up for the class I missed; we'll see how it goes. (Plan B is that I will be so exhausted from rising at dawn to see off my three school-bound darlings, I will want nothing more than a bowl of Wheatena, a good book, and an early bedtime.)
I don't care what the calendar says; today is the last day of summer. Hope you all had a good one!
—Lady C, ready to embrace autumn
p.s. The fortune in my cookie reads, "Why not treat yourself to a good time instead of waiting for someone else to do it?" It's like they know my plans for tomorrow. Eerie!