Blaaaaaah

I’m trying to find words or time to tell you all about last night, but I, unlike EVERYONE else, have not taken time today to nap and get back to normal.  I’m still sluggish and not operating at full capacity.  I’m also dealing with a big, fat kick to the ego, which has me a little grouchy.

In a nutshell, it was a freaking blast.  I forgot to eat or drink anything until 9:30pm because I was running around coordinating and putting out fires until then. . . but once all of the formalities were out of the way, I gave in and hit the dance floor.

I promise I’ll post more photos soon (over the long weekend?).  Right now, I’m going to run to Starbucks and try to wake up and deal with my pouting before I head to bed early.

A good start. . .

This is the group of super party troopers who hung around until we effectively used up that entire prepaid bar tab (uuuuh by drinking Cristal. . . ).  We’re so fancy.

I called it

That sobering post about learning who your friends are?  Totally true.  I learned a lot last night. 

Most pressing at present, I learned that I should not take 120 photos, some of which should not be shared with the public, and then leave my camera in someone else’s car. . . so I’m off to retrieve that and I’ll be back later to dish about the whole night. 

Moments of Truth

Today is one.

Today is the kind of day when you find out who your real friends are.  You know, SANTI, the friends who have held this day open for MONTHS because they know how much time and effort you’ve put into planning this big event that you desperately need to be successful for the sake of your reputation. 

Today is one of those days when I’ll be calling on my friends to make sure I don’t go insane. 

Today is one of those days when I’ll be going on 4 hours of sleep, which is extremely dangerous, and will only further the clarity of friendship lines.  Because, today, my real friends will tolerate any kind of behavior I exhibit as they know I don’t function on 4 hours sleep.

I was awake until 5:30am, and then back awake again at 9:30am.  If you raised me, you may remember how completely unpleasant it was for me to get fewer than 8 hours sleep.  I’m trying to do better today.

It is precisely 10:07 am.  I have 100 more programs to print.  I have food to pick up.  I have yet to find a way to transport the tables from our workspace to the club.  I need to finalize the guest list.  I need to pack all of the necessities for getting dolled up in a public restroom at a bar.  I need to shave my legs and other pertinent areas.  I need to have my hair done.  I think that’s all. 

Remarkably, I am not freaking out at present.  I’m calm, which is unsettling by itself.

This is going to be a good time.  There are no other options.

I mean, I hope I don’t CRY because SANTI isn’t showing up.  But, otherwise, it will be good.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!

That’s all I have time to say.

Anniversary

Hey!  Do you know what else tomorrow is?!  Tomorrow, I’ve lived in Austin for a year!

I’m going to pretend like the event is a party for my anniversary. 

The Good News

1.  The rain has broken the heat!  So. . . as long as the rain stops before tomorrow night, the patio will be a completely reasonable place to put the food, solving more than one issue with the event.  Yay!

2.  The calf cramp is mostly gone.  I’m going to try to run today.  WOOHOO!

3.  Oreos don’t taste good anymore! 

Forgiven

http://somegosoftly.wordpress.com/2006/08/29/little-miss-cant-be-wrong/

And now, all prior offenses are forgiven.  When someone not only realizes, but recognizes that I’m always right, we are, once again, BFF.

S.T.R.E.S.S.

Here’s what I’ve learned today.

I carry stress in my shoulders.  And my back.  And my ass, and my legs, and my feet.  And my eyes.

When I get stressed, I also get hyper.

SO, what we’ve got today is a super hyper girl who needs to run about 20 miles to run the energy out of her body. . . but is too sore to do anything but lay still and cry.  Well, even the crying hurts.

If this is me today, imagine me tomorrow.  Oh God, or Wednesday. 

Here’s my short list of needs at this time:

Massage
Jack & Coke
Xanax

I’m doing about 1 more hour worth of work on this event tonight and then I’m going to stare blankly at the dumb box for the rest of the night.  I might tear out some of my hair and walk in circles for awhile, but otherwise, mostly stare blankly.

www.geeseaplenty.com

I’ve asked this guy to marry me.  I’ll let you know what he says. 

For now, enjoy his blog.

I am an addict.

I used to roll my eyes at my dad when he HAD to run every day.  It was particularly irritating when he would decline my offers to spend time together because it conflicted with his running schedule.  I never understood that, and was often pretty annoyed by it.

I understand now. 

Running has all but taken over my life in a month’s time.  I didn’t realize it had until I got this incredibly fucking painful cramp in my left calf that refuses to go away.  It hurts to wiggle my toes, let alone walk, and forget running.

A month ago, I would have secretly been pretty pleased with the excuse not to run.  I would have welcomed the pain because it would have been my ticket to non-running for a day or two.

Today, I’m dying.  I NEED TO RUN.  I haven’t run since Saturday and I can’t take it.  I took yesterday off, expecting that I’d be fine and would just run more today.  But, I don’t think that’s gonna happen, and I am NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.  Grr.

I guess the silver lining is that the running has caused me to drop a dress size in the 3 weeks since I bought The Dress, and I don’t really have time to run and exchange it before Wednesday, so maybe the not running will make me fatten back up and the dress won’t feel like it’s falling off.

That’s hardly consolation, though.  I WANT TO RUN.  That’s the only coping mechanism I currently have for all of the stress, and it’s pretty much completely unfair to have it taken from me.

Oh, hey, and if you can’t tell, it’s basically an Anxiety Party at my place today.  Don’t worry if you can’t make it on such short notice.  I’m pretty sure it will carry on through tomorrow and Wednesday. 

Germs – 1, Snippy – 0

Those germs, they’re pranksters, alright.  We had an agreement, and I felt good last night.  Then, I woke up and felt like crap.  Oh, the shenanigans. 

I would typically see this as playful banter and humor the germs and their silly jokes.  But, right now, I’m not feeling very jokey.  No, in fact, I’m mostly feeling like I’m probably going to have a massive coronary if something doesn’t give here.

I need to sell 100 more tickets to this event.  That’s already proven to be a difficult task.  I can’t imagine it’s going to be easier with an army of germs in my camp.  I’m sure they mean well, but seriously.

YOU, internet, specifically any of you Austin internet folks, should buy tickets and attend this event.  It’s for the kids.  If you live in Austin and you don’t come to this party, I have no other choice but to believe that you hate children.  You really don’t want that reputation, do you? 

Just go to the handy dandy website and buy yourself a couple of tickets to ensure the integrity of your reputation, OK?

http://www.youngexecs.net/forkids

Maybe if you do that, the germs will see how important it is that I get better by Wednesday.