Yesterday was a funny day…I woke up with a r a g i n g hangover, due to a dinner with my temporary roommate (departing tomorrow forever) and our teacher and his partner.  We ate fresh summer salad and grilled corn in their beautiful backyard garden, and lord did we drink some wine.  Phew.  It hurt.  So I get to work, can hardly see straight I’m so hungover, but I slogged through til lunch, I just had to sew for four hours straight, which feels good anyway.  I ran to the bank at lunch, and stopped by chik fil a for some of their delicious nuggets, and although I know better, I tried to eat the nuggets fast, in my car, on the way back to school.  

If there’s one thing I can’t do anymore, it’s eat fast.  I know this.  The result from eating too fast is immediate vomit.  Soooo, I pull in the parking lot, followed by the entire carpentry crew returning from their lunch as well, and I just barely have enough time to pull in, put my car in park and throw myself out of the car before I’m spraying barely-digested nuggets all over the staff parking lot.  In front of people.  Explosively.  Luckily, they all had the good sense to leave me alone, and let me vomit in peace.  

So that was lunch.  My day until two o’clock was pretty atrocious.  Then, I get a phone call from the production manager.  Apparently, he was unaware that I was the only one who could do rigging for these shadow puppets, making my presence a necessity.  They hadn’t anticipated that I’d be traveling to the beach, not at all.  He’s super disorganized…  So the deal he struck with me was an extra 1K of salary for what amounts to one extra day of work.  Plus, travel and a per diem for food.  Plus they ran out of the shitty housing they normally put students in, so they are going to put me up in the luxury condos that they reserve for the designers and the production manager…private room, private pool, private beach access, my own shower.  I am still giggling at that turn of events. 

Shortly after that bit of good news, my stepmother called me to tell me that they had cancelled the beach trip that we were going to go on, for my dad’s birthday next weekend. I was disappointed…until she told me they wanted to take me and Little Man to Disney World!!  I might be 30 years old, but I can still appreciate finally getting the trip I always wanted when I was little.  Plus, it will be The Most Fun with my ten year old brother.  He’s convinced roller coasters suck because he’s never had anyone to ride them with him. I have three days to show him the ways.  I can’t wait.  Literally, can’t wait.  

I had an incredibly cute conversation with FireBall yesterday.  She is the most excited anyone’s ever been to meet my parents, when they help me move up to the Big City.  I’ve never had a woman actually be genuinely excited to meet my parents.  No arm twisting, no preparation speeches, just giddy excitement to get to know my roots.  I love it.  Her.  Maybe.  I think.  It’s happy, any which way.