Booby Trap

Well, the weekend was a rousing success and also, a dismal failure, but that is purely my own stupid fault….I have to learn to trust myself about some things, I really do.

Ladies night was pretty excellent. It’s fun to hang with women. I guess dudes know this already. There was food and there were games and there was whisky being passed around like we’re goldang cowboys for petes sakes. I got a mite tipsy and then did a stupid stupid thing…

The next day I went bra shopping. DUMB IDEA. I don’t know what I was thinking. I had this afternoon after going to see my mom, and I was hungover and tired and I thought I’d just head over to Old Orchard and ohman. Bra shopping, especially strapless bra shopping is about as dangerous as bathing suit shopping. I should have known better than to try and do that when I’m tired and pale and hungover and swollen. Bah. It really set a nasty tone for the rest of the weekend, which annoys me. That I let that happen, I’m too old and self aware for crap like that! I still feel badly about it, and am now taking myself to a “boobologist” in Lincoln Park. So there boobs.

I gave a tour on Sunday morning, such a beautiful day and found out today that some of the people on the boat were radio travel people, they did an interview with the architecture foundation later and I guess they were quite complimentary of my tour. That’s my first tour shoutout. Feels nice.

Last night me and my beyonce and my boobs watched No Country For Old Men which neither one of us had seen. LOVED it, and I’m the first to discount Coen brothers movies and Cormac McCarthy for that matter (I hated Blood Meridian) but I really enjoyed the attention paid to the movie, so well crafted. I hated the abrupt end, but I need to think about why…besides being abrupt.

So..thats it, I’m taking my boobs running tonight, let ‘em bounce.