Well I have to say, Richard’s birthday week is a smashing success. He has been busy every single day! I’d like take all the credit for that, but I cannot. It has been because of some pretty amazing guys we know too. So after the big bash at the Baja Betty’s and Urban Mo’s I thought Richard might have been down for the count. He was throwing up after all… (Alcohol is a very dangerous drug.) However, he was up before me the next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed! I think it was a birthday miracle!

As promised, our friend Captain called about the rollerblading plans we were hatching the night before. Wow! I really had thought all of that would have been lost to multiple hangovers in the group. Not so much, it seems. So we got ourselves ready to rollerblade and do lunch in Coronado. What do you wear for that?! Coronado is a place I like to dress a bit nicer. Nicer than I would to rollerblade! So I had to forgo the do-rag. We ended up skating 11 miles in to Coronado, by way of The Silver Strand. We were against the wind and going up a very slight grade. Those Bloody Marys we had at the Hotel Del were well earned I tell you! The way back was tougher, even though it was with a tail wind and down a slight grade. Well, for me anyways. My feet got all tore up again. Something about that Strand, cause our other skating adventures haven’t blistered me like that. So I was injured. And bitchy. Captain bought me bandages for the way back. It was pretty pathetic, but I survived. It was 22 miles round trip. I made it for about 20, and then my speed-skating partners showed up with the car.

From there we went to the Jamba Juice to replenish our fluids for some grocery shopping. We picked up some things for dinner, including Captain’s charming husband and headed back to our place for some bbq and a movie. Death Becomes Her of course. We like to watch it Rocky Horror style at this point, reciting all the lines and shouting at the screen. Good times!

This morning Richard is at a brunch at Lips with his work peeps. I was thinking of going in to work. I don’t want to though. You see, we are getting ready for this “visit”. There is an unspoken pressure for me to go in on my days off. I plan to go in Tuesday. That puts me at 6 days for the week and 8 days in a row. I feel that, plus the longer hours I’ll be doing on Monday, Tuesday, AND Wednesday is enough. And it is. But my shit had better be READY if I don’t stop in today. I hate this shit!!

Either way, I want to something ‘just the two of us’ to wrap up the festivities. Who knows when he’ll be done at lips though…

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First podcast of ‘07!!! This is the one you’ve been waiting for! Daniel talks about work (again), the holidays (again), furniture, the house, and Richard. He tries to remember something, and fails. A rollicking ride! Death Becomes Her. Shirley Q. Liquor. Hollar!

rol-lick-ing (RL-kng)
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Carefree and high-spirited; boisterous: a rollicking celebration.

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I love this…

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Huh. Why am I still awake? Why? Not awake in that, oh I can’t sleep way. I mean I am awake like it’s the middle of the day. It’s crazy! But then, we all know that I am crazy.

So what’s on my mind? Hmm. Well, I was thinking about my phone. It’s like half the size, if not smaller, than my old iPod. It is easily the most-up-to-date cell phone I’ve ever owned. Richard still insists he only agreed to them because I mentioned I needed a new phone to be able to record audio and send it to the blog. Which is true, I couldn’t do that on the other phone. So I was thinking I should ‘call my blog’ more. I was also thinking about my friend Betty. She’s like the Nicole to my Paris, only we really like each other. Or aren’t pretending to be in a fight. Or whatever. It’s totally hot. We need to go shopping. I am also thinking about work. I know… the minute I mention it it’s like that scene in Death Becomes Her in the asylum… everyone sceams, STOP! STOP IT! No! No! But you have to realize it’s just killing me. I hate having insecurities about my job. It is totally foreign to me. My career may not be the best or whatever, but I was good at it. Very good. I hate that it is such drama or trauma for me now. Sigh. What else is haunting me at 3 in the morning? There were a few guys outside my store tonight with hoodies pulled over there heads. Instant flashback to the robbery. An associate even noticed my reaction to it. Who knew I was so easy to read? And what’s with the hoodies anyway? It was like 80 degrees out.

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