Friday, June 1, 2012

Fabulous Friday

I have been so tired every single day this week. Some kids asked me the other day if I was hung over, and I could only answer in the words of the famous Cher Horowitz: "As if!" But, I must have looked a hot mess. It is one of those weeks when I don't want to do anything. I don't want to do my work. I don't want to go to the gym. I don't want to look at pictures on the internet and write blogs about blush. I DO want to lay on the couch and watch Bravo. This can only mean one thing- it's almost summer, baby! And the fabulous thing about that is that I have one and a half more weeks at the old job (praise Jesus, Allah, and all other deities great and small). The weird thing about summer in San Francisco is that the lovely, temperate weather of the winter is now making way for the cold fog of summer. While I am in the process of putting away heavy sweaters and coats, I am reminded that I might be needing those come July.

Speaking of the beginnings of summer, next week my entire family (significant others and all) will be departing for the gorgeous Malaga, Spain. I will not. I will be sitting in cold and foggy San Francisco (probably watching Bravo, which will not seem nearly as enticing while everyone is in Spain as it does right now while everyone is at work), thinking about the sun, and the wine, and the glorious swim up bar at the villa they've rented. I would like to self-kudo here and make it clear that not going to Spain was probably the first real adult decision of my life. Yes, yes, yes: I got married, went to graduate school, and moved across the country, but those were not 'put on your big girl panties and shut-up' kind of decisions. This one was. I desperately wanted to go. Desperately. As in, I have been talking about how much I wanted to go to anyone with an ear canal to process the sound of my voice. But, according to some bullshit list I made a few months ago, I am supposed to be working on getting my finances in order. So, I am not going. And it is killing me...slowly.

Instead, I will be sitting in cold and foggy San Francisco moping. And my poor husband will probably be so annoyed by me that he will start to think that it wasn't worth the money we saved to have to listen to my bitching. I will try to be good, but I make no promises.

Anyway, the sort-of (trying to be glass half full here) fabulous thing that is happening instead is that J. and I are going to go away for a few nights for our anniversary, which also happens to occur during the time when everyone will be in Spain. We have never done anything for our anniversary. In fact, on our anniversary two years ago, he moved to San Francisco and left me in New York. Romance has not been our strong suit of late. This year, we have vowed to have a romantic escape to somewhere under three hours away (must be able to drive) where we can eat good food, sleep in a bed with pillows that fluff back up when you move your head, and see some sights (i.e. escape the fog). Now really, I should be so excited about this, which of course I am, but I know it is the consolation prize for not going on the really big trip. Being an adult sucks.

But, this is fabulous Friday, not feel-bad-for-myself Friday, which might also be a fun series. So, I am looking forward to a fabulous trip with my fabulous guy, and I will not be fabulously annoyed that I am not on the uber-fabulous trip that commences next Friday. I will be fabulously grown up about this.

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